Thursday, December 15, 2022

Short story – “A Snowball’s Chance”

“A Snowball’s Chance”

“Hello, and welcome to Hell.”

“Excuse me?”

“Let me guess, you were a good person who led a good life, you don’t belong here, blah-blah-blah, blah-blah-blah-blah.”

“Well, yes.”

“Well, you still weren’t good enough and were sent here.”

“But where are the pits of fire and all that?”

“Ever hear of Global Warming?  As you humans warmed the planet, more and more of you became accustomed to the hot, humid, heat of Hell Classic.  So about a decade ago, the Big Man decided to make a change.  Hell froze over.  Instead of being jabbed with flaming pitchforks, you now get ice water enemas.  Instead of swimming in a boiling pool for all eternity, you now have to shovel snow for all of eternity.  And instead of demons nibbling off your toes, you now lose them to frostbite. 

“Welcome to Hell Zero … Degrees.  Don’t you just hate it?”

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Several years ago, I was on a now defunct site where you posted stuff and got paid for visits, replies, etc.  As a way to get people to come back, I started doing monthly writing challenges.  I’d give a list of five words at the start of the month and ask people to write a story using all of them.  To show that it could be done, I’d have to write a story myself.  For one month I had the words: heat, humid, hot, hate, and hello.  I just started with, “Hello and welcome to Hell,” and it just sort of went from there.  I was looking at my stories from that site, and liked this one enough I figured I should repost it.

Tuesday, December 13, 2022

Some thoughts about Elon Musk

A year ago, I did a post titled Some thoughts on Elon Musk where I wondered if his talk about Mars was just a politician’s campaign promises?  A lot has happened since then concerning Musk, and I’ve thought about writing up some of my thoughts, but it seems like every day some new horrible thing comes out, and I worry I’d spend all this time making some coherent point only to have it buried under the day’s new shitshow.  But I had a couple of thoughts recently, and I figured I might as well share them.

My first thought was on his legacy.  As someone who occasionally writes stories set on a colonized Mars, I’ve been wondering – for some years – if I should set one in Musktown, or whatever.  Like in the past I’ve named things after Kim Stanley Robinson, or at least things from his Mars Trilogy.  But one thing that has been made certain over the last few months, is whenever humans do go to Mars, nothing there will be named after Musk.  I almost joked that maybe a sewage treatment plant, but honestly in a world where humans will need to recycle as much as possible, a sewage treatment plant will be a vital piece of infrastructure, and they’re not going to name it after some asshole.


My other thought was to wonder if some billionaire will one day fund a space mission to go out to Musk’s Roadster.  It would attach to the car and bring it back to Earth, just to burn it up in the atmosphere.  Hell, if you asked people to chip in $8, you could probably crowdfund the mission.

Monday, December 12, 2022

Random Story – Make them work for it

This is just an odd little story from my life.

With Christmas coming, I figured I’d let you know some wrapping tricks, in case you’re so inclined.

In my family, usually at Thanksgiving we’ll pick names for Christmas.  Sometimes there are shenanigans so that Person X will pick Person Y’s name so they can do some devious wrapping.  I usually just do devious wrapping on whoever I get.

A couple years ago, I picked one of my nephews.  I thought for a bit, and came up with an idea.  When we got together for Christmas, he got a wrapped box.  He took the wrapping off to find the box duct taped shut.  He dug through that, to find another duct taped box inside.  He dug through that, to find a third duct taped box.  Inside that, he found a clump of duct tape wrapping something the size of a gift card.  He got all that duct tape off to find a piece of cardboard, about the size of a gift card.  This confused him.  So that was when I walked over and handed him the gift card out of my pocket and said something like, “I guess I forgot to put it in.” I know my brother, his dad, got a good laugh out of it.


A related scheme, I think a few years earlier I got my other brother and I wrapped three or four boxes.  But I did put his gift card in it, I just tucked it under some crumpled newspaper in the outermost box.  So he dug through two duct taped boxes to find … nothing.  I then had to show him the gift card in the outermost box.  He got a chuckle out of it. 

Monday, November 28, 2022

Some ideas for a Mercury rover

In the last few years, I’ve written a few posts on ideas for various space missions: Some ideas for small lunar landers, A fun idea for a moon mission, and Some ideas for space missions.  Here’s one more.

I forget exactly why, but I started thinking about landing a rover on Mercury.  There are several challenges to that, mainly having months of 430℃ temperatures followed by months of -180℃ temperatures.  So this was my first idea that would be awesome but not practical. 

This mission would have four components.  The main one would be the rover, which would be powered by RTGs which would power the rover as well as keep it warm as it traveled around the night side of Mercury.  To take photographs, it would be equipped with spotlights.  The way the rover would land on Mercury would be with a sky crane-ish rocket thing, but instead of dropping the rover then flying off to crash, it would fly back up to a mothercraft that would orbit Mercury doing other science as well as being a communication link between Earth and the rover.  As dawn approached where the rover was, this crane-rocket-thing would fly back down, pick up the rover, and fly it a few hundred kilometers to the west, then return to the mothercraft to refuel.  Also, at the mothercraft it would pick up an empty sample case, and during the transfer, a little robotic arm would attach it to the rover and pick up a filled sample case.  All these sample cases would be transferred to the fourth component, a sample return capsule that would return many kilograms of samples to Earth.

While that is a fun idea, there are some issues with it.  Mainly if the crane-rocket-thing crashes, or can’t pick up the rover, the mission is over.  And while our probes are getting smarter, there are probably too many variables and too many things that could go wrong for that to be reliably automated.  So I wondered if there was a way with current technology to land a rover on Mercury. 

One possibility would be to land a rover with a garage that could shield it from the heat of the day.  The problem with that is that the rover would be limited in the area it could explore.  Unless the garage is on some sort of trailer the rover could move every few months.  But unless there are a lot of perfectly flat areas to set up the garage, it’s going to be tough to have good seals.  Like, I imagine there’d be an expanding element on the bottom of the walls to go over rocks and uneven areas.  That would probably be painful but doable once, but doing so multiple times would just increase the chance of a gap letting light in. 

My current idea, is just a squat lander with some instruments with the rover on top of it.  This would land on the night side to give it time to unfold a giant sunshade.  I picture a pole in the middle of the rover, with a turn and tilt mechanism at the top.  The sunshade would unfold, and then be lowered down to shield the lander and rover from the dawn.  As the sun rose in the sky, it would be moved to keep everything covered.  So for the first few months, the rover would still be on the lander.  This would give time to get everything in working order and to do some science, like seeing how fast the surface heats up.  Once the sun set, and the ground cooled, the rover would drive off the lander and head a few kilometers away.  Maybe even hiding behind a hill.  Because it would be interesting to see what happens to the lander when exposed to the full might of the Mercurian sun.  I imagine thermometers in various parts of the lander that would report how fast they heat up.  But to be able to report them, there would have to be batteries to power the radio, and depending on how they fail in the heat, they might explode, which is why you’d want the rover a few kilometers away. 

While the rover could travel around during the night doing science, it would park at an interesting site for the day.  Maybe it would have a drill to take samples from a couple of meters down, so it would be in one spot for a couple months to allow it to drill that deep.  But if you make the sunshade big enough, you could still travel during the day.  It would just be very slowly.  Like, if the shade extended a couple of meters in front of the rover, you could wait for the ground to cool and then creep forward ten centimeters or so.  And then wait however many hours for the now shaded ground to cool enough to creep forward again.  It may only move a meter or so a week, but it wouldn’t be still waiting for sundown.

Of course, given the slow rotation of Mercury, it would mean that there would be long periods of time the rover wouldn’t be in sight of Earth.  Which means there would need to be an orbiter to act as a relay.  But then if the orbiter dies for whatever reason, the mission is over.  So there may need to be several orbiters around Mercury that can all act as relays while doing their own missions. 


There is a great deal we don’t know about Mercury, and a rover would fill in some blanks.  But given that it would need RTGs, a powerful rocket to get it in to Mercury, as well as some orbiters, it would be rather expensive to fill those blanks.  Still, as humans spread out into the solar system, it’s only a matter of time before we start landing things on Mercury.  Maybe whatever does end up there will look something like this.  I hope I live long enough to see.

Wednesday, November 16, 2022

Why I’m staying on Twitter … for now.

 I first joined Twitter fourteen years ago.  And the main thing I use Twitter for is to vainly scream into the void hoping people will find out that I exist, and check out some of my books.  (Here’s my Amazon page, if you’re curious.)  To be perfectly honest, that hasn’t worked all that well.  Over the years I’ve tried to expand my presence on other sites, but none of them seemed as easy to use as Twitter.  Probably about a year ago, I decided to put more work into Twitter to have better/more content and to expand my follower base.  Since then I’ve put a lot of work into making my twittering better.

So of course, now is when it seems Twitter is going into a death spiral.  A lot of people are talking of leaving and looking for greener pastures.  Should I join them?  But where?  Facebook?  And be at the mercy of some other creepy billionaire with questionable morals?  Instagram?  I’m better with words than pictures, plus it seems like 95% of the people who follow me there are half-naked women trying to get me to check out their OnlyFans accounts.  Mastodon?  I’ve had an account for a while, but haven’t really done much there and don’t really have any followers.  Plus, I think I read that they don’t like you selling stuff there so my constant cry of “Buy my book” probably wouldn’t go over well.  Tribel?  I just started an account, so don’t have any followers, and it does seem like it is heavily politics centered, which isn’t really my thing. 

Right now, Twitter remains my primary social network, something that has taken me years to get to.  I can’t just jump to another one.  My hope is that sooner, rather than later, Musk will realize he’s in over his head and hire someone better suited to run the site.  I don’t have much hope for that, since I think he’ll try forty-seven increasingly odd ideas to fix a problem instead of just admitting he was wrong about something and undo a previous “fix.”

So I’m staying, hoping things get better.  Admittedly, I’m someone the assholes, haters, trolls, etc., have ignored because I’m not interesting enough to harass.  Or maybe since I’ve spent the last few years unfollowing/muting assholes I’m in a little pocket Twitter of decent people.  Who knows how long that will last.

Anyway, if you’re at all interested on finding me on the various networks, here’s my current list:

My personal Twitter, oneoveralpha

My writing Twitter, amanfewwords

Facebook

Instagram

Mastodon


Tribel

Monday, November 14, 2022

Random Story – I never received a bill

This is just an odd little story from my life.

When I first moved into my old apartment – probably around 2005 – I only had cable and a landline.  But at some point, I decided to get internet.  Well, there was a company that bundled all three, so I signed up with them.  They came and hooked everything up, and everything was fine.  At some point after a month or two, I realized that I hadn’t gotten a bill, and I wondered if they only billed every quarter.  That seemed odd, but I had other things to do and didn’t feel like digging out the paperwork from when I signed up, so I never really thought about it.

On my phone I had a voice mail system.  If I had a message, whenever I picked up the phone there would be a beep.  Otherwise, I’d just get a dial tone.  Most of the messages I got were along the lines of an unnamed bank calling Mister Johnson to discuss an issue with his account.  I’d get a couple of these a week.  But then one week I realized it had been several days since I had gotten any message.  It seemed a little odd, but I had other things to do so never looked into it.

And then I had to call someone and the message came up that the number had been disconnected.  At first I thought it meant the number I was calling, but no, it was my phone that had been disconnected. 

I called the company and they said I was disconnected because I never paid my bill.  I said I never got a bill.  And then I found out that everything was messed up.  First off, instead of Stephen Thompson, the account was in the name of Stan Thomas.  And I lived in like apartment 203, but the address they had was for 314.  Apparently, I had been disconnected for several days – maybe a week? – but I never noticed.  (I didn’t call that many people.)  I don’t know if they disconnected the cable and internet to apartment 314, but it didn’t affect me since I didn’t live there.  They were able to disconnect my phone, but every time I picked it up to check for messages I heard a dial tone so I assumed it was working. 

I don’t know how things got so messed up, but I was able to get everything fixed and under my name and at my address.  And I paid off the months I didn’t receive bills for.  I can’t remember if I had to pay a late fee, or if the operator who fixed it all waved that since the screwup was on their end.

Thursday, November 3, 2022

Election Day Sale

Several years ago, I started having Election Day sales for my collection of short stories of a political nature, Political Pies.  For the last few sales, I’ve also included a few other of my books.  The main reason I do this is it’s me doing a tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny part of hopefully getting people to vote.  The idea being you can download some of my books for free so you have something to read while you stand in line to vote.  It’s not much, but hopefully it does someone, somewhere, some good. 

There are those who think politicians should be the ones who decide who wins elections and not the voters.  The only way to defeat them is for “We the people” to vote in overwhelming numbers and show them that that is not how American democracy is supposed to work.  So if you live someplace where – often because of their interference – there is a long line to vote, grab any of these books that look interesting, and make sure your phone and/or Kindle is fully charged.  Then get in line, stay in line, and make your voice heard.  Democracy depends on it.

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The following ebooks will be free to download from Friday November 4th, through Election Day on Tuesday November 8th.

Political Pies


Everybody complains about politics, but does anyone do anything about it? My attempt to do something about it is to collect forty of my short stories with a political element into my Political Pies anthology. The stories are either politically neutral or equally condemning of the national parties. Instead of trying to sway you to one ideology or another, my goal is to just get people thinking about politics in the hopes a rose might grow out of all the political manure.

A Man of Few Words


A Man of Few Words is a collection of fifty of my flash fiction stories. What would really happen if a “T-Rex on steroids” attacked a city? Why do science fiction writers make the best lovers? How does a company get to Second Base with VIPs? I explore these questions and more using less than 1,000 words and in various genres from humor to horror and general fiction to science fiction.

The majority of the stories were previously published (most on my website) but all were revised for this collection. In addition, each piece is accompanied by some background information on the origin of the story or a funny tale about the writing of it to give a fuller experience.

The Future is Coming


As a science fiction writer, I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about how technology will change the way we live. I’ve come up with these ten short essays about science fictional elements that will – almost certainly – one day become science fact as a way for people to start coming to terms with them. Because I’ve spent time thinking about clones and AIs, I feel I’ll be okay when they do finally show up whereas most people will probably freak out. I hope these essays will get people to start thinking about the future because, no matter what we do, the future is coming.

Duty


For reasons of safety and avoiding paradoxes, Time Travel Incorporated assigns a Guardian to all its travelers. So when there is an accident during political historian Roj Hasol’s trip back to 1968, it’s his Guardian Susan who sets out on the arduous task of cleaning up the mess.

Seventh Story Stockpile


Over the years, I’ve posted several short stories on websites that later – for one reason or another – died. While the corpses of some of these sites are still around where you can read the stories, many have vanished from the internet. And since there are few sites that will publish such previously published works, the only way you could read them was if I self-published them in a collection.


In addition to such “lost” stories, I’ve included some new stories that – for one reason or another – I felt I’d have a hard time finding someone to publish them. So Seventh Story Stockpile basically contains stories I didn’t know what else to do with.

Thursday, October 27, 2022

Short story – “Tricked”

“Tricked”

When her doorbell rang, Mable shuffled towards the door.  She opened it to see a young man dressed as a pirate, and a kid dressed in a full-body Minion outfit from those movies her grandkids loved so much.  The Minion held out a pumpkin bucket and in a soft, muffled voice said, “Trick or treat.”

“Aren’t you adorable,” Mable said with a smile.  “And what’s your name?”

The Minion pulled the bucket back a bit, but didn’t answer.

The pirate patted him on the head and said, “Billy.  He’s just a little shy.”

“I have a grandson that’s the same way.” Mable chuckled as she dropped a handful of mini candy bars into the bucket.

“What do you say?” the pirate asked.

“Thank you,” came the soft, muffled voice.

“You’re very welcomed, Billy,” Mable said.

The pirate smiled and told Mable, “Have a Happy Halloween.”

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Out on the sidewalk, in his regular voice Bill said, “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

Tom, the pirate, replied, “Hey, we split the candy and I’ll buy you a beer later.”

“This is so humiliating.”

Tom smacked his shoulder.  “You brought a smile to an old lady’s face.  Because of that will they kick you out of the Little People Society?” After a moment, Tom gave an evil grin.  “I know they have short fuses, but come on.”

Bill stopped and looked up at Tom for a moment.  Lifting the bucket he stated, “For every short joke you tell tonight, I’m taking a piece of your candy.”

Tom nodded.  “I guess that’s a small price to pay.”

“That’s two,” Bill told him.

Putting his arm around Bill, Tom said, “Well then, we’re going to have to hit a lot of houses for me to get any candy tonight.”

They walked to the next house with Bill muttering words children shouldn’t use.  

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This story was written in 2015 on a site that I no longer post to.  I recently remembered it, and I decided to revise and repost it.  I don’t really remember the origin of this story, which is probably for the best.

Tuesday, October 18, 2022

A disturbing thought about Putin

This began when I was thinking about that glorious day when a judge bangs their gavel and Trump is sentenced to prison for … whichever crime he’s committed in the past forty years they finally get him on.  And I figured that Trump wouldn’t take well to prison to the point would he offer details on any deal he had with Putin for a lighter sentence.  Given Putin’s history of assassinating political opponents, he wouldn’t have an issue taking out someone planning on squealing.  And let’s be honest, even if the bullet was engraved with “Love Vlad,” and the shooter was caught on tape, in the act, and immediately did a “Heil Putin,” or whatever, the magats would figure that it was really Antifa who killed their beloved leader and they just might start that civil war they’re always talking about.

All of that was disturbing, but then another possibility came to my mind.  Let’s say that Putin’s little war wasn’t going that well.  He could go nuclear, but that might be too difficult to coverup.  He could go biological or chemical, but it might help if there was some … distraction in the West so that his latest war crime isn’t the top story in the news.  And the mass unrest after the assassination of a controversial figure could be just the thing he would need.

To be clear, I am not calling for the assassination of Trump.  I want him to live out the rest of his miserable life in prison.  I would say maybe Putin could be his cellmate, but I seriously expect that it’s only a matter of time before Putin is “accidently” shot – in the back of the head – while “resisting” arrest.

Monday, October 10, 2022

Random Story – Stupid smoke detector

This is just an odd little story from my life.

My first apartment was in this old house that had been split up into six or seven apartments.  My door was on the second floor, but it opened to a set of stairs that went up to the third floor which was all mine.  A few months after I moved in, I got a crappy midnight-to-eight job at a convenience store.  I’m a bit of a night owl, so the hours didn’t really bother me.  Except during the summer.  I didn’t have air conditioning and, since I sleep best when it’s dark, I had thick curtains over my windows so I couldn’t get a breeze and my bedroom became a little oven.  Also, it seemed there were times when I would just be about to fall asleep and some neighbor would decide to mow their yard. 

Anyway, one day I’m about to fall asleep when I hear a faint chirp.  This repeats a few times, and then I realize it’s a low battery alarm on a smoke detector.  I got up and check my smoke detector, but it was fine.  I figured it was a downstair neighbor’s, who probably wouldn’t be home from work for three or four hours.  So I went back to bed, but this chirp was just loud enough to be heard, which means I’d be drifting off to sleep and then every twenty seconds or whatever I’d be jerked back awake wondering, “What was that?”

I eventually managed to sleep, and when I woke up I didn’t hear it anymore.  I went to work, and the next day I was going to bed when I heard it start chirping again.  So I was rather pissed wondering why this neighbor hadn’t replaced the battery.  I went down to the second floor and listened outside doors trying to figure out who it was, so I knew who to leave a note for.  But I couldn’t hear it.  I was a bit confused, but when I went to go back up to my apartment, I heard it again: coming from my apartment.  For the fourth or so time, I checked my smoke detector, but it was fine.  I then went to each room and listened, and I eventually found the source.

As I said, this was an old house that had rather high ceilings.  Well, whenever they updated the heating system, they had run the ducts just under the old ceiling and hung a drop ceiling to cover it all up.  What they also covered up was an old smoke detector just outside my bedroom door.  It had been there for, who knows how many years, until the battery finally died and ruined two days of sleep for me.

Tuesday, September 27, 2022

Voting is the answer

We are forty-two days away from what may be one of the most important elections in American history.  The reason why is because we have one party that believes the people should decide the outcome of elections, but they are opposed by … basically a cult who believe that politicians should be the ones who decide the outcome of elections.  And if they lose it has to be because the other side cheated, and not because they suck at their jobs and the people fired them.  The best way to stop these wannabe dictators is to show up and vote them out.  And hopefully, the other wannabe dictators in their cult will get the message.

To do that, we need as many people as possible to vote November 8.  Midterms usually have a low turnout, but that generally favors the cult.  If you are legally able to vote, you need to vote.  So make a plan.  Depending on what state you live in, you may still be able to register to vote for this election.  Your state website should have the details on how to register and any deadlines.  If you are registered, you may what to check that your registration is still active.  The voter rolls need to be updated as people die and move, but sometimes the people updating the rolls get overzealous and remove people that shouldn’t be removed.  If you check now – your state website should have details on this as well, but if not there are other reputable websites – and find a problem, you can fix it now instead of finding out on Election Day.

So you’re registered to vote, now what?  Find out where your polling place is.  Find out what all will be on the ballot.  Elections for governor and senator get all the news, but what about school boards and ballot questions that aren’t always worded in the clearest fashion.  Make a plan to vote.  Do you live somewhere with early voting?  Can you vote before going to work, or after work, or will your employer be okay if you take a long lunch?  What will the weather be like?  Will you need an umbrella or sun screen?  Will there likely be a line to vote?  Make sure your phone is fully charged, or take a book.  If there’s usually an outrageously long time to wait, can you take a folding chair or a cooler with snacks and water? 


America can only work if the citizens take an active role in the government.  And there are factions in the country deeply opposed to that.  They don’t want you to vote.  They want you to stay home and take whatever they give you.  Fuck them.  Vote.

Monday, September 26, 2022

Thoughts on the Artemis Program

As a moon firster who sees returning to the moon as the first step to making humanity a spacefaring civilization, I must be thrilled with the … possibly soon launch of the SLS.  Right?  Well, I’ve always been lukewarm towards the Artemis Program.  And I think the main reason is the SLS.  Don’t get me wrong, the SLS is a fantastic, gorgeous rocket and everyone who worked on it should be proud, and I do have the primal “Big Rocket Cool” feeling.  But I think the SLS is the wrong way to get to where I want humanity to go.

They say that the SLS will send the next person to the moon, which is nice, but I don’t want just a couple of people bouncing around on the moon.  I want a permanently crewed base which grows into a colony.  Yes, being alive when people are on the moon will be great, but I’d much rather be alive when the first human is born on the moon.  And this one mission every year – maybe – doesn’t seem to be the best way to go about that.

Over the last decade or so, my view of big rockets has dimmed.  Yes, “Big Rocket Cool,” but I’ve started thinking that we could probably achieve more using the “small” rockets we have than waiting years, or decades, for the big rockets.  Like, it’s tough accurately comparing rockets with how much they can launch and at what price, but let’s say the SLS will launch 10X what a Falcon 9 can launch.  But for the price of one SLS, you could probably buy two or three Falcon 9s and launch each of them ten or fifteen times.  Even if you just launch one Falcon 9 a month, you could easily get more mass into space in the year(s) between SLS launches. 


If everything goes as planned, the next humans to land on the moon will happen in 2025 with Artemis III.  That would be fantastic.  But the next landing would be Artemis V in 2028, maybe.  And who knows how many missions there will be beyond that.  Just given the costs, I expect the SLS to fly fewer times than the Saturn V.  And you can’t have a permanently crewed base – let alone a colony – with so few flights.  What I expect is that other entities will have separate, more sustainable programs that will take far more people to the moon.  That path of lunar exploration is what excites me.  Like, these other programs will be the featured movie while the Artemis Program will be the five-minute cartoon at the beginning of it.  Still entertaining, but not the main attraction. 

Monday, August 22, 2022

A fun idea for a moon mission

Lately, I’ve been doing some thinking on what I would do if I had money to burn.  There’s a long list of things I’d do that could be done with a million dollars or so.  But I started thinking what if I had a billion to burn.  And I figured that one thing I’d do would be to privately fund a robotic lunar program.  I am a big supporter of humans returning to the moon to stay, and if I had the money what could I do to help further that goal.  This is what I came up with.

This is the ideal program, but I’m not sure if a private citizen would be able to do part of it.  I’ll get to that.  This program would consist of three types of landers (I’ll call them A, B, and C) all landing in the same area.  There’d be four or five As, as many or more Bs, and one C.  The Bs – and probably the Cs – would all be identical, but the As might have some slight design differences.  In the super ideal program, we’d just keep building these and sending new sets to do science at various locations on the lunar surface. 

So what science would be done?  The A Landers would land and scoop up a large amount of regolith.  It would then mix this with some binding agent and 3D print a … brick.  Well, three bricks.  This first set would probably be the solid bricks we’re used to, but later sets would probably contain voids to minimize the material needed.  And there could be sets with raw regolith, and another set where the regolith is ground to make the particles more uniform.  Further A Landers could have some other processing element, or would use a different binding agent.  I don’t know exactly how much mass could be landed, but each A Lander may only be able to print a dozen or so bricks.

A B Lander would land nearby and two bricks from each set would be loaded into a return capsule.  This would be launched back to Earth where scientists could study the bricks.  The reason you’d want at least two of each type is so you could do destructive testing on one of them.  Depending on how reliable the return capsule is, you might want to only put one brick from a set in each.  And depending on how much mass can be returned, you could also send plain regolith or rock samples back to Earth.

How would these bricks be loaded into the return capsule?  That’s the job of the C Landers, which would be rovers.  Ideally, these would be RTG powered, but I don’t know if a private citizen could buy an RTG, so these rovers might need to be done in a partnership with NASA.  Besides loading the bricks, these rovers could do their own research.  But the reason they need to be RTG powered is so that they can survive for long periods of time so that they check up on the bricks that are left on the moon.  These would be left out and the rover would come by once a month or so and take photos to see how they are standing up to the lunar day/night cycle.  I see the four or five A Landers all landing within ten kilometers of each other.  Once the rover works out a path between all of them, it could just drive itself.  Or, I guess it could move the remaining bricks all to one location and just come back to it after doing its other explorations.  I suppose you could even make a D lander that would just bring more binding agent the rover could take to refill the A Landers. 

The more you think about it, the more ways there are to do things.  But why do this?  Even with gigantic, reusable rockets, it will still costs a lot of money to launch stuff off Earth and land it on the moon.  A lander that prints a structure using regolith will be able to make a larger structure than would have fit on whatever rocket launched that lander.  Yes, the first lunar base will have structures built on Earth, but the fastest, easiest, and cheapest way to expand that base will be with lunar bricks.  And while some have made bricks on Earth using simulated lunar regolith, nobody has built bricks on the moon to see how they stand up.  Maybe after a dozen day/night cycles the unprocessed regolith bricks start to flake, which would be good to know before we start building a base from them.


So that’s what I’d do if I had money to burn on a space project.  It’s not flashy, it’s not inspiring, but it would bring us that much closer to being a spacefaring civilization.

Sunday, July 17, 2022

Moon landing sale!

I am a big supporter of returning to the moon; I think it’s our best way of becoming a spacefaring civilization.  As such, I will often spend an hour or so going over the list of future moon missions on Wikipedia.  As I write this, CAPSTONE is on its way, but there could be a dozen more missions within the next year.  I wish them all success. 

But the reason for this sale is to mark the Apollo 11 landing.  Even though it happened before I was born, I do see it as an important day.  So to mark this year’s anniversary, I’m having a sale on three of my ebooks.  Just so you don’t think I’m just having a sale to have a sale, two of them deal with the moon, and the third deals with the future. 

You’ll be able to grab the following three ebooks for free between Monday July 18th and Friday July 22nd.

 


The Moon Before Mars

Over the last few years a lot of people have caught Mars fever. It seems a week doesn’t go by without a report of some new group wanting to send people to Mars, or some big name in the industry talking about why we have to go to Mars, or articles talking about the glorious future humanity will have on Mars. All of this worries me. In my opinion, a Mars base is currently not sustainable because there’s no way for it to make money. A few missions may fly doing extraordinary science, but if it’s then cancelled for cost the whole Mars Project may just be seen as an expensive stunt.

Fortunately, there are other places in the solar system besides Mars. While bases on the moon and amongst the asteroids won’t be as inspirational as one on Mars, they will have opportunities for businesses to make goods and services as well as profits, meaning less chance of them being outright cancelled. This will make life better on Earth and secure a firm foothold in space for humanity. The essays in The Moon Before Mars: Why returning to the moon makes more sense than rushing off to Mars allow me to describe my ideas on what can be accomplished on the moon and with the asteroids, and why Mars isn’t the destiny of humanity its cheerleaders make it out to be.

The Future is Coming

As a science fiction writer, I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about how technology will change the way we live. I’ve come up with these ten short essays about science fictional elements that will – almost certainly – one day become science fact as a way for people to start coming to terms with them. Because I’ve spent time thinking about clones and AIs, I feel I’ll be okay when they do finally show up whereas most people will probably freak out. I hope these essays will get people to start thinking about the future because, no matter what we do, the future is coming.

A Cabin Under a Cloudy Sea and other stories


Hopefully, in the not too distant future humans will return to the moon. We will build bases and colonies, make farms and factories, and live, love and learn. A Cabin Under a Cloudy Sea and other stories contains five short stories that are all set upon the moon. They give the tiniest glimpse of the possibilities awaiting us there.

Tuesday, July 12, 2022

Random Story – Disposing of a couch

This is just an odd little story from my life.

Many years ago, to save money a couple friends and I got an apartment together.  I think the one guy’s sister had a couch she was getting rid of and gave it to us.  It was starting to break down, but it still worked as a couch.  A couple years later, we all went our own way, and nobody else wanted the couch so I ended up with it.  I moved it to my new apartment, and over the years it broke down even more.

Some years later, when I moved out, I needed to get rid of the couch.  But how?  The complex where I lived had eight or nine apartment buildings, and between all of them were four or five fenced off areas with a dumpster and recycling bins.  There were signs around the fence about how you weren’t allowed to dump things like TVs or couches.  So I stopped in at the office and asked how to get rid of a couch, and they said I’d have to call the garbage company and make arraignments.  And there was a fee, like $30 or something. 

As I walked back to my apartment, I wondered if I would need to take an afternoon off work because they would be there “Between 1:00 and 5:00.” I also wondered if they would take it out of my apartment or if I would have to get it to the dumpster.  And if I got it to the dumpster, how would they know it was mine?  Despite the signs, over the years I had seen a few mattresses and such set near the dumpster.  These usually stayed there for a few weeks, probably until the complex ponied up the $30 to get rid of them.

After some thought, I decided to do something else.  I took the cushions off and put them in a garbage bag.  With my pocket knife, I then cut off all the padding from the back and arms, and filled a couple more garbage bags.  I was then left with a wooden frame with some metal brackets and springs, probably a third of them broken.  For the next day or so, I’d watched TV and when a commercial came on I’d take a screwdriver and work on taking all the metal pieces off. 

I had a little saw, which was really for small craft projects, like cutting quarter inch balsa wood, not the inch thick whatever wood this couch was made out of.  But for the next week or so, whenever a commercial would come on I’d start sawing.  And it probably took me a couple commercial breaks to make a complete cut.  I think there was also one board that had a crack most of the way through it, so I just smacked it with a hammer a few times to finish the break.

It took me a week or so to disassemble my couch into seven or eight garbage bags, which I took out to the dumpster over the next month.  But I got rid of my couch and saved $30.  And years later, I got a blog post out of it.

Thursday, June 30, 2022

Fourth of July Sale!

I think for every Fourth of July since I published Political Pies – my collection of short stories of a political nature – I’ve had a free sale for it.  On one hand, it’s hard to make money if you give your books away for free, but on the other hand the point of Political Pies was to get people to start thinking about politics in the hope we could start working on some of the problems we face to make a better world.  I’ll sacrifice a few sales for that.  At first, I only offered Political Pies by itself, but in the last few years I’ve started having bigger sales with four or five of my books for free.  This year, I think I’m having my biggest Fourth of July Sale with eight of my Kindle books available for free.  That’s 188 short stories all for the price of eight clicks. 

But before you go and snag some free books to read, I have a favor to ask.  If you are an American citizen who will be over eighteen by Election Day, November 8th of this year, all I ask is that in the next few days you either double check your voter registration or register to vote, your state’s website should have all the necessary details.  Democracy only works if the people participate and the first step of participation is to be registered to vote.  So if you do that, I’m happy to let you have several of my books for free.  And if you aren’t an American citizen, then I’ll ask you to get involved in your nation’s politics in whatever way you can.

The following ebooks will be free to download on Kindle between Friday July 1st, and Tuesday July 5th.

 


Relics

This work contains some profanity and sexual situations. It is intended for mature audiences only.

A plague that kills men has devastated the world’s population. Only a few thousand boys and men were able to be quarantined. But Mike Shay is the only man known to have a natural immunity to the plague. Therefore, he is practically the only man in a world of women. He spends his days reading, playing video games, and making the occasional sperm donation. Then Dr. Veronica Barrett shows up, disrupting what passes for his life. She says she’s there to investigate his “mental wellbeing,” but is there more to her visit?

Instead of the normal, adolescent, heterosexual male fantasy of being the only guy on a planet of women, “Relics” tries to give a more realistic view of Mike’s life.

Duty

For reasons of safety and avoiding paradoxes, Time Travel Incorporated assigns a Guardian to all its travelers. So when there is an accident during political historian Roj Hasol’s trip back to 1968, it’s his Guardian Susan who sets out on the arduous task of cleaning up the mess.

Political Pies

Everybody complains about politics, but does anyone do anything about it? My attempt to do something about it is to collect forty of my short stories with a political element into my Political Pies anthology. The stories are either politically neutral or equally condemning of the national parties. Instead of trying to sway you to one ideology or another, my goal is to just get people thinking about politics in the hopes a rose might grow out of all the political manure.

A Man of Few Words

A Man of Few Words is a collection of fifty of my flash fiction stories. What would really happen if a “T-Rex on steroids” attacked a city? Why do science fiction writers make the best lovers? How does a company get to Second Base with VIPs? I explore these questions and more using less than 1,000 words and in various genres from humor to horror and general fiction to science fiction.

The majority of the stories were previously published (most on my website) but all were revised for this collection. In addition, each piece is accompanied by some background information on the origin of the story or a funny tale about the writing of it to give a fuller experience.

Useless Cogs

Useless Cogs is a collection of forty, of my science fiction stories. They range from only a few dozen words to a few thousand and are filled with time travelers, AIs, clones, aliens, even sexbots, although not often as you would imagine. As example, there’s a time traveler that’s always a step behind, an AI that’s late on rent, and a sexbot with bad software. Some of the stories are humorous, some horrifying, and some … depend on your point of view.

The Only Certainty

On The Day, for reasons unknown, people began changing. They went to sleep as their old selves and woke in their beds in different bodies: bodies that had belonged to other people. And each time they fall asleep, they wake in a new body. Set months later, “The Only Certainty” follows Derrick Gorton on an average day in this new world as he deals with food shortages, the semi-collapse of society, and how to finish his latest novel.

Seventh Story Stockpile

Over the years, I’ve posted several short stories on websites that later – for one reason or another – died. While the corpses of some of these sites are still around where you can read the stories, many have vanished from the internet. And since there are few sites that will publish such previously published works, the only way you could read them was if I self-published them in a collection.

In addition to such “lost” stories, I’ve included some new stories that – for one reason or another – I felt I’d have a hard time finding someone to publish them. So Seventh Story Stockpile basically contains stories I didn’t know what else to do with.

The All-You-Can-Read Buffet

The All-You-Can-Read Buffet is a collection of forty stories covering various genres and themes ranging from six to over 4,200 words in length. Some of these stories I wrote a decade ago, while others were written especially for this collection. All together, they are a buffet of my writing. As such, I encourage you to read as much as you want. Go back for seconds, thirds, fourths even. I won’t even mind if you skip over the stuff you don’t like, but, to quote your mother, “How do you know you don’t like it? Have you tried it?”

Monday, June 13, 2022

Random Story – Showing my apartment

Years ago, some friends and I decided to get an apartment together, so I let the landlord of my first apartment know I was moving out.  They said they’d want to show my apartment to others and that they would call to let me know when they’d be there to show it.  A week or so later, they called and said that they’d be showing it the next day at 9:00.  At the time, I worked midnight to 8:00, so I went home, changed, and then just walked around town until almost 10:00, because I really didn’t want to be there.  When I went back, nobody was there so I had dinner and went to bed. 

If that had been it, I probably would have forgotten about it.  But then a week or so later, I was in bed one afternoon and some pounding woke me.  I didn’t really pay any attention to it, but then it sounded like someone opened my door.  THAT SOUNDS LIKE SOMEONE OPENED MY DOOR!  I got up and got dressed, and went out and there was someone showing my apartment.  They said that someone should have called, and they did, like around 10:00 when I was asleep.  So there was this awkward moment where I wanted to be like, “Do you have any questions?” but at the same time there were these strangers poking around my apartment.

Things got weirder a week or so later when I woke to find a message on my answering machine that they would be there around 2:00 to show the apartment.  This was news to me at 6:00.  Did I sleep through them showing my apartment?  Did they open the bedroom door, only to see me?  Or did they cancel and just not show up?  I don’t know.  But after that I propped a chair up against the inside of my bedroom door.

When I got enough warning, I stayed out of my apartment, but there were a couple of times either nobody called, or I went out and came back but they were running late, and so there were a couple awkward meetings.  I think in the last six or seven weeks I was there, they showed the apartment about twenty times.  I think they even showed it three times one day.  I don’t know the exact number, because I don’t know how many I slept through.  Since then I’ve wondered if it’s normal to show an apartment that many times, or was my first apartment just that bad?  I mean, it would have been in July and I didn’t have any air conditioning. 

 

Tuesday, May 31, 2022

I watched a meteor storm and all I got was a stiff neck

There was a chance the 2022 Tau Herculids meteor shower would be a storm.  I’d love to see a meteor storm, I mean, if I had a time machine, I would repeatedly go watch The Great Leonids Meteor Storm of 1833.  So I was cautiously hopeful I’d finally see one.

I went out just after midnight, and went to stand beside a shed to block a neighbor’s light.  The sky was about half hazy, so I was feeling worried.  But I was only there for a minute or so when I saw a short, but bright one.  I walked around for a bit trying to find a good spot and seeing a few.  The dog had come out with me, so I put him back in and grabbed a chair. 

I was outside for about eighty minutes, and in that time I saw 33 meteors.  About half were dim little blips, but the rest lasted for about a second and were fairly bright.  I did see three in about a minute.  Of course, it was a long, bright one at the top of my field of view, another long, bright one at the bottom of my field of view, and a dim little blip right where I was looking.  And then I’d wait about five minutes to see the next.

At the end, my neck was sore, I was getting a bit cold, and it was past the predicted time of a storm, so I told myself I’d wait until the next one.  Three or four minutes later, #32 was a dim little blip.  I can’t end like that, I thought.  So I waited for about five minutes without seeing any more.  It got to the point where I started counting down from 100, and if I got to 0 I’d go in.  But I only got to 88 when a nice, long, bright one became #33.


Also while I was out, I saw three unrelated meteors.  One went in the opposite direction, and the other two were at almost 90 degrees to other meteors in that part of the sky.  I also saw one satellite, about twenty planes, and who knows how many goddamned fireflies.