Posts Tagged ‘ Sci-Fi ’

30 Day Challenge: Day 3

Day three calls for A Book I Love.

A hard one for me, since I love many books, but one that I seem to adore more than most is…

This book has to be one of the best books that I have ever read page by page. In fact it may be the best book of the entire 17th Century as a landmark of true gothic literature.
The story starts off with Robert Walton, the captain of a ship who’s voyage is to reach the North Pole, writes in letters to his sister that during his travels he found a Victor Frankenstein who was in pursuit of another man of much larger stature seen by the crew earlier during the day. After rescuing the partially frozen doctor, he begins to tell Robert his life story which has led him to this point.

Being involved in the studies of natural sciences during his adolescence he quickly develops the obsession of wanting to  imbue inanimate bodies with life, entering the University of Ingolstadt to further investigate the secret technique. He imagines his creation of reanimated body parts to be beautiful and a gift to science, but instead it turns out hideous in his eyes and becomes repulsed in its awakening. The monster flees, leaving Victor to travel back to his home where he finds his brother William killed by the rogue creation’s hands. From that point Victor must find the monster and not only stop it from killing again, but to erase it from the existence he granted unto it.

Horror, Science Fiction, Suspense, and even Romance are stitched (pun unintended) together to create a compelling and magnificent novel. The favorite thing about this book is the true demeanor of the “monster” which is described as a sensitive, emotional creature who only seeks to share his life with another being like himself. The story portrays him as intelligent and literate after observing people and reading books in the reclusive time of his escape from humanity. In many ways the creation was seen as more human than Dr. Frankenstein himself and those who feared and judged him for his appearance. In his attempt to rescue a small girl from a river he is shot down by a witness, becoming enraged with grief and despair to the point he vows revenge for being brought into the world.

I must give this a 5-star; a 10-out-of-10 rating for such a work of literary genius.

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Into The Past: More Lost Files

Long ago I wrote a short passage that helped create the vast universe that became the Bion book series (which you may or may not know). It dealt with the story of Alma, a young man who was left for dead and taken in by a society made up of refugees called The Wicked. He must then learn of the ultimate truth of the war when he turns into the very thing that is feared against.

It can be read here: The Wicked

It may be short (If you consider 5,600 words short…), but it will eventually be updated sooner or later after I get more written in the first book of the series. For now, enjoy a short excerpt.

The crossing of our fingers was insignificant to our hopes and without warning a deafening blast shook the structure, prompting a group of solders to dash into the conflict. I heaved an Arch Shield onto my back and followed the rest. Not even three seconds of being exposed and bolts of plasma that flew by seared my skin, I paused to drive the Arch Shield into the ground and activate it. These were one of the most valuable devices that we had in our possession as it provided transportable cover in any situation, it was created with the same material as Interplanetary Transport Cruisers–a electromagnetically charged metal that generated a plasma window–absorbing any blasts it’s hit with.
This was far from my first time in battle and I was far from what anyone would call a hardened solder, but I knew how to fight which I saw to be sufficient. Jumping from cover to cover , small bursts of plasma ejected from my firearm and happened to land on a few Technion units within my sight. Kirk noticed my progress and to my judgement seemed impressed, until he bestowed an expression that I interpreted as his way of saying that he wasn’t impressed. He then continued to step out of cover and pull out a sword, running toward the barrage of Technions. A bright blue glow emitted along the center of the blade before slicing into the mass of machines.
I recognized it as an Avian-class Jet Blade, a weapon that was only issued to the highest and most honorable fighter pilots in the Avios Air Force. Clearly there was more to Kirk’s past than anyone knew and he was keeping it a secret. In moments the Technions at our stationed area had either retreated or eaten plasma, orders were given afterwards to help flank another group who was attempting to break into the shelter. A few grenades were thrown into the crowd which engulfed almost half of their numbers. However it did little to decrease their strength and the remaining machines split formations and shot at our troop from all sides.

The War of D’Gorra

This is a segment of the first part of the Bion Storyline. I thought perhaps it was the time to show what really goes on in my mind. However, this is conceptual and is subject to change, rearrange, and become non-existent at any period of time, so what you read may not what it may be. Enjoy.

I maneuvered the craft as far right as it’s dual EM thrusters could allow me, narrowly missing the accelerated fire of incoming Eidogirra cruisers. I noticed to my right an Anti-aircraft cannon which was carefully following my exact movement through the air. My gut was telling me I needed to eject, but if I did the Eidogirra would surely recover my body and execute me for the crime I was being convicted with. There was no time to make a grave mistake such as that, I knew my capabilities as a Flight Captain and this wasn’t the first time in my life I was forced to dodge and barrel-roll for survival. The AA cannon shot a beam of plasma which scorched my left wing; while I managed to tilt it just enough to avoid the second one the third one that zipped by hit my other wing, completely obliterating what came in contact.
My HUD displayed a critical failure and the sounds of the cockpit detaching itself from the rest of the craft announced with hisses. I shifted all the remaining power to the left engine attempting to manipulate the location of my crash landing, but the effect was minimal to what I had imagined. The craft was now spinning wildly toward the thick forest below and decided to eject, right before the chute could deploy the intact wing smashed into the glass hatch, knocking me out from my seat.
The terror of falling was inexplicably the worst feeling I had ever felt, it was more terrifying to accept the fact that I was to die in the next moments.
I desperately reached for the opened chute that came at me. My free fall was too fast to properly grasp the cloth and I hit one of the cockpit’s side fins, dislocating my shoulder and perhaps a few ribs as well.

There was nothing else I could do. So I closed my eyes.

I didn’t expect them to open.

I inspected the land around me to find a beach and a gigantic structure beyond the hill ahead of me. It shimmered in the bright light of the sun that appeared to be anchored my two long wires around the thickness of a normal skyscraper. I didn’t know where I was or what I was doing and I figured I was in coma, in the beginning of an eternal dream. It didn’t hit me till I was halfway up the hill that I realized the strange planet I was on was in fact inside out.
It was surreal to come to that conclusion, but as I looked up I could plainly see land and a large sea. Lights flickered in a boldly defined city and cruisers hovered above it in a line awaiting for a refuel. I deferred my amazement and hurried to the large structure. The black material was soft to the touch, with every press of a finger a faint blue light spread and filled the lines embedded into the building, like water draining into the cracks on the road. When my palm pressed against the wall a brighter blue emanated and lighted the entire structure, a loud rumble shook the ground around me and an entryway appeared.
Walking in was almost as fearful as my rebellious run in with the Eidogirra, the corridor shed as much light as a mine shaft spelling a certain air of mystery and dread. It wasn’t until further down that the darkness faded where I found myself now in a cathedral-like hall with a crystal ceiling.
“I’ve been awaiting for this day to come.” Said a voice in the eerie glow that the crystals cast on the floor.
“What do you mean?” I responded in bewilderment. “Didn’t I die?”
“Yes.”
“So am dead.”
“No. You died, you are now alive.”
“What?” I breathed. Nothing that the being spit out made sense.”Where am I?”
“You should know. You created this.”
The voice laughed at my shocked expression and emerged into my view. The figure approached closer and stopped within a body length away. Thin arms, almost translucent skin with grayish scales, and long stands of flesh that protruded from it’s scalp taking the form of hair. An Eidogirra stood in front of me.
“I created…this planet? This building? What next, I created you?”

The Eidogirra swung his hands behind his back. “Since you mention it Ebor, you in fact did.”