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Born in antiquity, I was raised with Robert Louis Stevenson, Walter Scott and Mark Twain. I'd spend Friday nights with my grandmother and she would read to me. With sound effects and excitement.
All I've ever wanted to be is a writer and dreamed of being Ernest Hemingway. (I got the drinking part right.)
I worked for the college paper; was founding editor of a weekly newspaper; and I did a lot of magazine work, including for adult entertainment.
My fantasy books are for Jill, my wife, who loves dragon stories with strange creatures and magick. Sword and sorcery, with a blend of mystical philosophy about life and love. She and I wrote a dragon story titled Fort Jafra: Beware the Rae Jungle, which we updated and polished, and were working on a follow-up in the weeks before she died last year. Kidney Problems. Lost my best friend. I'm trying to fill the void with the fantasy she loved.
She and I published Unfinished Faces, a book of my poetry and her art. I also have written a few cookbooks. My characters like to eat.
These days, I'm in rural Central Valley, three dogs and four kittens I found in a discarded box in the walnut grove.
Thumb Tech: The Evolution of Technology vs. Mother Nature. Some years from now, the State of Corporate was brimming with all manner of people, but each person had a distinctive characteristic that separated the current civilization from all that came before. Male or female, whatever size, color, shape, political persuasion or sexual orientation, they all shared a common physical characteristic that no other generation had.Their hands evolved because their ancestors long ago preferred using a certain digit to perform everyday computing tasks.
A sturdy baby with a pudgy face, he was the most beautiful thing his mother had ever seen, except his hands weren't right.
"Oh, no, Roger. Look at his hands."
Roger saw the hands. He picked up his biocup, but didn't drink any coffee.
"It'll be all right, Abigail." He looked at the midwife. "How did this happen? All the tests came back okay."
"Poor thing," Pam said without emotion.
Roger looked at his son's hands. Beautiful, even deformed. He looked at his own hands, bigger, longer thumbs tapered slender to a tip, so unlike what his son's would become.
He glared at the midwife and disliked her prim and superior attitude.
"My son is not a poor thing."
"Lovely," without meaning.
From her outward manner, the birth assistant appeared calm and all business. Her belly, however, knotted in tension and fear from the moment the newborn came into view and she saw his horrible hands. She stopped thinking straight, just went by rote, right on through the washing and the skin-to-skin bonding time. She should have stopped and reported. Big mistake not to do so. A mark in her file was certain. That was the least of her worries.
She looked at her hands.
"I wonder if I've been infected. My hands are going to become deformed and useless." She was wide-eyed. "This birth is a major catastrophe. The whole city will be quarantined and investigated. Any mothers-to-be will be reexamined. We could have a statewide lockdown."
Título : Thumb Tech
EAN : 9781005657192
Editorial : Raymond Duane
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