Two Tales from TOMORROW
Book Details
Author(s)John Patin
PublisherJohn R. Patin
ISBN / ASINB007ZIRHD8
ISBN-13978B007ZIRHD5
Sales Rank1,090,460
MarketplaceUnited States 🇺🇸
Description
In this first issue of Tales from TOMORROW you will enjoy two original Science Fiction short stories (a total of 11,000 words) by John R. Patin:
Passengers - 4,100 words
    Humanity had just built its first starship, but it seems version 1.0 always has a few bugs.
*** and ***
Aid Station - 6,900 words
   When a retreating mankind dug in on the strategic world they named Blackrock, most were little interested in the discovery that someone had been there before them; someone who had blasted the wretched place into an airless cinder in an ancient war. Humanity had its own war to fight against the implacable NeDan and it looked like the outpost on Blackrock was about to become an Alamo. The past would have to wait. Or would it?
A scene from Aid Station follows...
   "Miller! Get in here and help me pull this sheeting over the cots... Ah, hell." A particularly strong shock rolled through the cavern. Captain Raines, MD, CMAF, scrunched his head between his shoulders and clung to the lightweight frame he'd been erecting to support the sheeting. He knew better, but no logic could convince his reflexes that the poles were a ludicrous defense against the kilometer of groaning rock above him. As only dust rained down in response to the latest NeDan strike, he pried white-knuckled fingers from a crimped stanchion. One more time, physics and geology had failed to convert mother Raines' once fair-haired boy into a meat patty.
   "That one was closer than the rest," Miller shouted through the open doorway of his workshop. "One of the outer perimeter shields must have gone." He stepped through the partition dividing his workshop from what had been his quarters before Raines commandeered them. Grabbing a corner of the plastic sheeting, he helped drag it over the frame that stood above the new row of cots. It would protect them from the almost constant pelting of rock dust sifting down with each blast on the grim battlefield above. Empty now, the cots would soon fill with the mangled results of the last strike.
Now, find ALL of the first THREEÂ issues of Tales from TOMORROW, in a single, bundled, 3-fer package for the price of one! Just 99 cents for; Three from TOMORROW at;
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Passengers - 4,100 words
    Humanity had just built its first starship, but it seems version 1.0 always has a few bugs.
*** and ***
Aid Station - 6,900 words
   When a retreating mankind dug in on the strategic world they named Blackrock, most were little interested in the discovery that someone had been there before them; someone who had blasted the wretched place into an airless cinder in an ancient war. Humanity had its own war to fight against the implacable NeDan and it looked like the outpost on Blackrock was about to become an Alamo. The past would have to wait. Or would it?
A scene from Aid Station follows...
   "Miller! Get in here and help me pull this sheeting over the cots... Ah, hell." A particularly strong shock rolled through the cavern. Captain Raines, MD, CMAF, scrunched his head between his shoulders and clung to the lightweight frame he'd been erecting to support the sheeting. He knew better, but no logic could convince his reflexes that the poles were a ludicrous defense against the kilometer of groaning rock above him. As only dust rained down in response to the latest NeDan strike, he pried white-knuckled fingers from a crimped stanchion. One more time, physics and geology had failed to convert mother Raines' once fair-haired boy into a meat patty.
   "That one was closer than the rest," Miller shouted through the open doorway of his workshop. "One of the outer perimeter shields must have gone." He stepped through the partition dividing his workshop from what had been his quarters before Raines commandeered them. Grabbing a corner of the plastic sheeting, he helped drag it over the frame that stood above the new row of cots. It would protect them from the almost constant pelting of rock dust sifting down with each blast on the grim battlefield above. Empty now, the cots would soon fill with the mangled results of the last strike.
Now, find ALL of the first THREEÂ issues of Tales from TOMORROW, in a single, bundled, 3-fer package for the price of one! Just 99 cents for; Three from TOMORROW at;
amazon.com/Three-TOMORROW-Tales-3-fer-ebook/dp/B00PKMUTSG
