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Stan I.S Law
Three short stories:
Simulator, Little Angels, Esperanza
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Esperanza is a story about love. Earth will remain unlivable for many decades to come. Pollution, global warming, reached a point of no return. Jean chooses to spend the rest of her life imprisoned in a glass dome, looking after George—without possibility of reprieve. Others choose Esperanza.
The collection also includes Little Angels and Simulator, which will make you feel a little uncomfortable, but the stories might well open your eyes to the folly of our present civilization. They both expose the dangers of pollution and overpopulation. They also will make you sit on the edge of your seat.
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Excerpt from the Simulator:
There was nothing human about the scream.
In near total darkness, where even the stars had forsaken their shimmering sheen, within the hot breath of the steaming, churning volcanic hot springs, Astrid could only imagine the alien features contracted in a spasm of agony. Pain is pain by any other name. It hurts as much, no matter what the species. A shriek, a short silence, then a protracted whimper.
“It makes your blood curl,” Astrid threw over her shoulder, busy adjusting the sensors for a directional response. “Thou shalt not interfere”, she thought momentarily. The Simulator. The same instant she dismissed the conditioned response as inapplicable.
“Did you get the location?” Bram asked, his voice sleepy and definitely tired. Normally, they both slept during the night, like any normal human being should. The sensors would record any unusual sounds for later analyses. After all, they were only conducting the first, cursory scan—a very preliminary survey. Later, teams of scientists, not to mention the robo-satellites, would do their job, methodically, if necessary, over a number of years.
The Navy was hungry for new planets suitable for colonization. Hungry—but not desperate. Also, at Headquarters, they were always thinking ahead. Man finally achieved the dubious distinction of beating rabbits at their game. In spite of the sad Earth experience... The last robosat Census accounted for 57 billion souls on seventeen planets. Three point five billion per G type planet was regarded as optimum for maintaining an ecological balance. Anything over that, and... The safety margin was running out. (cont. on Smashwords)