Echo: A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

What the fuck?  Last thing I remember was watching a strange, disc-shaped craft slowing to a hover over my back yard…

A hot soccer mom tour guide gestures to me while addressing a crowd of her peers:  “And so you can see, my fellow soccer moms, that we keep Kent Wayne, Man Whore Extraordinaire, inside this state-of-the-art force field where you can appreciate his muscular physique and prodigious manhood without risking physical contact.  If we let him out, we wouldn’t be able to help ourselves; we’d ingest his delicious sperm with unimaginable ferocity—as if it were a liquid version of Popeye’s chicken sandwich.  No amount of Crossfit, P90x, steroids, or lap-band surgery would allow us to maintain a healthy weight.”

Oh shit!  I’ve been kidnapped by aliens–hot Soccer Mom aliens!

One of them claps her hands and squeezes them below her chin in evident delight.  “Ooh!  Is his wiener really diamond-hard and curved upward so it rubs right against the g-spot?”

“It is,” the tour guide affirms, cupping her hands in front of her pelvis.  “But keep in mind that despite the incredible orgasms, Kent Wayne is still a beast; he’s barely house trained.  That’s why we keep inside this exhibit, so we can safely observe his he-whore body.”

Holy FUCK!  I’m gonna live out the rest of my life as a zoological curiosity!  This is BULLSHIT!

So I reach in my pocket and open my eReader to Echo, activating its reality distortion powers.  Magic flash.

My entire body begins to glow, set afire with purple lashes of scintillant light.  I stare at my fist, focusing my will into the front two knuckles.  Blazing energy pours into my hand, imbuing it with the fury of a thousand suns.

The tour guide’s eyes widen in panic.  “CALL SECURITY!  KENT WAYNE IS ABOUT TO—”

Then I run toward the force field, cocking my fist up to my ear, and—


—punch through the energy-woven membrane, blasting it into a billion shards of spinning incandescence.  As I use the remainder of my power to transform myself into a photonic comet, arrowing into space like a he-slut version of Captain Marvel, I hear the tour guide whisper a parting phrase:

“Fly free, Man Whore.  Fly free.”




Has an alien assemblage of MILFS or DILFS made you a part of their sci-fi zoo?  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  Vol.4 on Kindle here:  Vol. 4 on Kindle  Echo Omnibus here:  Echo Omnibus  Echo Vol. 1 & 2 Combined Edition here:  Combined Edition  Musings, Volume 1 is available here:  Musings, Volume 1  If you wanna hear me babble on about anything and everything, and strain my FREAKIN’ BRAIN, then here’s a link to my podcast:  Strained Brains!  It is on iTunes, Stitcher, Spotify, and Google Play!  Please give it a listen and a five-star review!  Here’s the miscellaneous gear that I use to try and become an uber-human:  Optimization!  🙂 🙂 😀

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