Note: This is the final chapter of Void Galaxia.
If you’re still here after 210,000 words then well done, I hope your brain’s in better shape than mine.
Ah, I’m okay really.
Quite liked writing this kind of sci-fi…new-old-new, hauntological drift, VR absurdity etc. Hard to stick to the style/narrative voice at times, but the world-building elements were fun, especially the made-up filmns and anarchist stuff.
Now though I’m gonna take a break [of around two hours], edit the whole mess into a decent-looking PDF, and then put it under the MY BOOKS menu tab which is basically a null zone at this point.
That should happen sometime before July, hopefully.
Next serial up on this site?
Dah Station 7, my affectionate attempt at a Star Trek tribute that will probably end up bleak and miserable like Blake’s 7. It’s gonna be a long-running one, at least 7,000 chapters. Don’t worry, if I die mid-journey, I’ve left instructions for my wife to mechanise my skeleton so it can continue typing…quality may diminish slightly…or improve. We’ll see.
In the meantime, try Planet Rasputin. It’s also sci-fi and the PDF is free to read here.
[Chapter 61: Folds + Folds + Folds + Folds +]
‘If you are attempting telepathy, comrade, please stop. My sensors are not equipped to detect that wavelength.’
Ah To nodded, then did a lap around the orb, trying to discover where its voice was coming from.
‘Are you…’ he started to say, but had no idea how to finish his sentence.
‘I am Krr-drrd, originally from the planet Ken. My biology is starkly different from yours. I have the ability to hover in mid-air. Do not be afraid.’
‘I’m not afraid…’
‘Then the Tier-1 acclimation period is complete. Please follow the purple line to the interview room.’
By all accounts directions dregs pinned up inside my head, it was LOBBY, only now it had a white coated Christmas tree over by the couches, each hologram sitting there in a green Santa hat, same colour cocktail in hand.Continue reading