All right, the basics then. I’ll be running this place, my name is Foley. For those of you who have no idea I come from a ship called The Nova. I had a little adventure with a few shipmates of mine it’s all documented in a book called The Nemesis List. It’s written by some hard-done-by drunk called RJ Frith. Least that how old RJ puts it. RJ doesn’t like people getting into RJ’s precious business so best we just poke at RJ now and again and run for the hills.
The book's something the publisher calls A Space Opera, but as I’m not much of a one for singing, I say Hell to that, it’s a near future thriller, that’s all you need to know. You can buy it if you like but don’t expect me to beg. I’m not that far into old RJ’s pocket I care to hand out any favours.
I’ll run through the rest of it later, some things you maybe ought to watch out for, some things you ought to pay attention to, like, Hell, is history everything you think it is these days? The past has a habit of getting twisted into knots, you know.
Meantime, a little about me. Am I handsome? Well, I am knocking on sixty now, and maybe my hair's a little grey and my temper gets a little short and a little sarcasm gets loose now and again but yes, I am handsome, dammit. There’s no point in denying the truth. When I was a kid I enlisted, I was a carrier brat on one of the big government ships and yes, I had some attention from the ladies. Lots even. No, I’m not going to describe myself now to my nasal hair. What’s the matter with you, don’t you have an imagination? Anyhow, now I’m the ship’s helmsman employed by Mr Frank Pak. A little about him later too and the rest of the crew.
For now chew on this, it’s the blurb from that publisher place. Once things are a little quieter I’ll come back and write some more, right now the ship’s just jumped and there’s this nasty little blip on one of my monitors. We have to lie low right now being fugitives. More on that later too…
The book's something the publisher calls A Space Opera, but as I’m not much of a one for singing, I say Hell to that, it’s a near future thriller, that’s all you need to know. You can buy it if you like but don’t expect me to beg. I’m not that far into old RJ’s pocket I care to hand out any favours.
I’ll run through the rest of it later, some things you maybe ought to watch out for, some things you ought to pay attention to, like, Hell, is history everything you think it is these days? The past has a habit of getting twisted into knots, you know.
Meantime, a little about me. Am I handsome? Well, I am knocking on sixty now, and maybe my hair's a little grey and my temper gets a little short and a little sarcasm gets loose now and again but yes, I am handsome, dammit. There’s no point in denying the truth. When I was a kid I enlisted, I was a carrier brat on one of the big government ships and yes, I had some attention from the ladies. Lots even. No, I’m not going to describe myself now to my nasal hair. What’s the matter with you, don’t you have an imagination? Anyhow, now I’m the ship’s helmsman employed by Mr Frank Pak. A little about him later too and the rest of the crew.
For now chew on this, it’s the blurb from that publisher place. Once things are a little quieter I’ll come back and write some more, right now the ship’s just jumped and there’s this nasty little blip on one of my monitors. We have to lie low right now being fugitives. More on that later too…
Humanity has expanded into the stars but at the price of its freedom. An autocratic and overbearing Government now rigidly controls every technical and scientific advancement. Deviation is punishable by death.
Out on the edges of space, criminals thwart the law, making money out of illegal tech, their ships jumping from galaxy to galaxy to avoid detection. Ex-soldier Frank Pak doesn’t care about politics or breaking the law, he just wants to keep his ship running. When he’s offered a contract to escort a runaway back home to his loving family – he doesn’t ask questions.
But his cargo is more dangerous than he realizes. Jeven Jones is no ordinary passenger. A result of illegal human experimentation, he’s a fast-tracked evolutionary leap into future. Thanks to his ability for perfect recall and a series of mental skills that he has no control over, Jones is a wanted man. The Government wants him dead. A fledgling revolution want to use him to unlock every advancement the Government has ever denied them.
If Jones lives he’ll start a war. If he dies the entire future of humanity dies with him…
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