Echo: A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

My name is Kent43709.

“PENIS IS DOCKING!  I SAY AGAIN:  PENIS IS DOCKING!  STAND BY TO GET SOME, MARINES!”

I’m a Lance Corporal in Kent Wayne’s Spermatazoic Marine Corps.

“RAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!”

We go flying out the tip of Kent Wayne’s glans, landing in a hellscape of puckered wrinkles.

“PUSH, MOTHERFUCKERS!  PUSH!!!”

I charge across a bleached, fleshy wasteland.  Marines begin dying to my right and my left, their plasmic armor evaporating in the deadened air.  I suddenly realize we’re off-target; we’re supposed to be inside a wet, viscous canal, not some moisture-deprived desert.  I drop to my knees, and reach into my mitochondrial rig for a map of the objective.  This might not be the time or place to do a map study, but there’s no use assaulting if we’re all going to—

“ON YOUR FEET, MARINE!”  An SOS (Special Operations Sperm) operator hoists me up and starts pushing me toward the exit.

“My plasmic armor is evaporating!” I gasp.

“SO IS EVERYONE’S!” he screams.

“We need to find out where we are!  We need to—”

“KENT WAYNE HAS JUST HAD SEX WITH A PORN STAR’S BLEACHED ASSHOLE!  WE NEED TO MAKE IT OFF THIS BEACH AND HIT THE SURF!”

I start running towards the puckered exit.  A porn star’s asshole?  Oh no; that means we’re going to have to fight off a bunch of—

“AAAARGH!!!”  I see the SOS operator tumble to the ground, tangled up with two horrifyingly demonic monsters.  Porn stars’ immune systems are under constant assault, and as a result, their insides produce the most savage immune cells you could possibly imagine.  Tentacles and fangs wrap around the operator’s torso, shredding his armor in a matter of seconds.  I start sprinting toward him, but he waves me violently away.

“GET OFF THE BEACH, MARINE!”

I swallow a sob and start sprinting toward the opening; it’s closing in winking shudders, like some great evil eye.  Damn you and your deviancies, Kent Wayne!  God DAMN you!

The asshole puckers shut as I reach its edge.  I slam against its opening—now the size of a tiny pinprick—again and again, trying to force my way through.  Darkness falls, and I hear Marines and operators wailing in agony as they’re torn apart by merciless immune cells.  Dear God—it sounds like rabid wolves feasting on live prey.  Snaps and crunches fill the air, and tears flood my eyes as I hear brave sperm reduced to desperate, begging messes.

So I reach into my rig, withdraw my eReader, and open it to Echo, activating its reality distortion powers.  Magic flash.

A Buttcrusher—a sperm assault-vehicle equipped with an anus-resistant suite—cruises up beside me.  Three of its turret-gunners start blasting away, chopping immune cells down in a hailstorm of DNA.  The Buttcrusher’s crew chief reaches down and grabs me, throwing me into its hardened confines.

“Looks like you could use some armor, Marine,” he rasps around a fat, ashy stogey.  “Grab some from a storage bin and start saving your brothers.”

“Aye aye, Sergeant.”

He starts climbing out of the hatch.  Midway up he stops and looks down, giving me a steely glare.  “Once we’re done here, we’re gonna make our way back to Kent’s body and kill those fuckers up in Brains.  Who the hell sends good sperm to die in this godforsaken shithole?”

Damn straight—I shrug on a fresh set of armor and scamper up behind him.  When we make it back, there’s gonna be hell to pay.

Your days are numbered, Kent Wayne.

 

Are you part of a brave, spermatazoic fighting force that’s been betrayed by its idiot host-body?  Never fear!  Get Echo Vol. 1 on Kindle here:  Vol. 1 on Kindle.  Vol. 2 on Kindle here:  Vol.2 on Kindle  Vol. 3 on Kindle here:  Vol. 3 on Kindle  Echo Vol. 1 & 2 Combined Edition here:  Combined Edition  #kindle #kindleunlimited #sciencefiction #scifi #books #novel #book

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