Echo: A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

You know, raising a family isn’t that bad.  As a younger man, I railed against the nine to five life, the 2.5 kids, the white picket fence…but here I am, a grown-ass man of fifty-three years, making it work.  I never thought I’d marry, much less settle down.  All I used to do was work out, write stupid stories, and fly high on magic mushrooms.  I mean come on—what kind of life is that?  We need to make the most of the time we have left.  There’s a lot of cool furniture I still want to get; a lot of cool chotchkes that just became available at Pier One Imports.  Sure, the office can get a little monotonous, but everyone needs to eventually grow up.

Speaking of growing up, I gotta check on my twelve-year-old son:  Cole.  Yeah, I know I said  I would never pick a frat-boy name for one of my kids–that I’d end up naming them something cool like Falkor or Scorponok or Death Race 5000–but I guess that’s just another silly fantasy that I have to lay to rest.  Cole’s my pride and joy.  My shining light.

I can’t help but smile as I walk up the stairs and slide my hand along the railing (just put a fresh coat of varnish on this, and I am dee-LIGHTED with how it turned out).  My boy’s room is down the hall from the master bedroom, where Irma and I occasionally engage in a measured round of missionary sex.  No anal or oral for me—not anymore.  That stuff is just too darn complicated.

Cole’s a good boy—I’m pretty sure he’s studying for school or working on his next merit badge.  Man, he makes me so proud; when I was his age, I was so much less mature than he is now.  It’s more than a pleasure; it’s an HONOR to have a son like him.

As I turn the knob, I say, “Cole?  Time for your—”

And as the door swings wide, I lock eyes with my masturbating son.  His wet, gleaming dick is quivering and twitching in his lotion-slick hand.

“Dad?  NO!”  His face twists in abject horror.

“OH GOD!”  I barf and shit myself at the same time.  The world begins spinning; I don’t know which way is up or down, left or right.  I stagger back through the hall, slapping the wall with numb hands, trying desperately to keep my balance, then stumble into my room and bang the door, crying and wailing like a dying hyena.  My vision tinges red; the trauma of what I just saw is making me cry tears of blood.

“Seppuku,” I moan.  “SEPPUKU!”  It’s the only thing I can think of—the only thing that can end my pain.

As I fumble blindly around for a makeshift knife—anything with a blade will do—I accidentally open my eReader to Echo, activating its reality distortion powers.  Magic flash.

Reality bubbles inward, then everything swirls together into a technicolor haze, and I’m sucked up into an existential whirl of time-space deconstruction.



I drop into my ergonomic office chair, staring dumbly at my MacBook’s screen.  The cursor on the word doc is blinking steadily.


I look around, and realize I’m in my San Francisco studio, the one I moved out of twenty years ago.

But that can’t be right.  I got married, settled down…

And then I look down at my ripped body, and my giant wiener hanging by my ankles.

Holy shit, I guess I didn’t…

I guess I fucking didn’t.



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8 thoughts on “Echo: A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

  1. One can really see the character’s fear or distaste for marriage and a “settled” life; he even goes extra length to distort a dream that says otherwise. Good story.

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  2. Falkor!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now THAT would be a cool name. The mom could scream it just like Atreyu does when she needs him to do the dishes. FALKOR!!!! Come do the dishes or else you can’t play Mindcraft today! bahahahaha

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  3. “I’d end up naming them something cool like Falkor or Scorponok or Death Race 5000.”

    I was going to name mine, boy or girl, Chewbacca. Chewy works for either gender, or, nowadays, for no gender/fluid gender/whatever.

    My naming oath, and the fact I’m a completely unfuckable dork, helped me to steer clear of the worst of all STDs: children.

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