Star Trek: Discovery Season 3 is Awesome!

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Okay, I’m sure you’re saying, tell me something I don’t know.

Well, maybe my reason is different to yours. For years now I’ve been wanting a futuristic science fiction adventure that is, well, in the future. Not since Bablyon 5, Farscape and Battlestar Galactica have we had a space opera that really invests in the futuristic tech idea. You know, physics, chemistry and science, extrapolated several hundred or thousands of years hence, or in the present but with aliens who have tech far more advanced, or featuring an entire ensemble that are from an advanced race unrelated to Earth.

Another Life had a few references but it was more about relationships. Pandora had a few more, but it’s mainly about uni students with some tech and rayguns. Even the Orville, apart from a brief flit to the 29th century, seems to have stagnated somewhere in the 25th century, afraid to go all high concept hard future tech.

I had little interest in the first season of Discovery as I struggled to be engaged in a prequel series. The 2nd series was a bit better, but only because I loved the time travel tropes. The fact it was still before had me sighing, though that is probably due to the propensity of many TV show writers needing to write for an American audience that prefers familiarity over strange. But now, with Discovery’s third season, and especially episodes 5 & 6, I am absolutely thrilled that they’re in the ‘far’ future. There are some nostalgia references that are part of this trade off but, this is exactly what I’ve been looking for, for years. It’s also the kind of stuff I write in my short stories (though, usually a bit further than the year 3000. I doubt humans would still be living on Earth at that time.)

Still, I’m always on the lookout for new series set far from our own.

Foundation sounds like it might be worth a look, especially considering Asimov had combined his Foundation series and his robot series. As much as I would like to be excited by Dune, Herbert made a conscious decision to resign artificial intelligence to the history books. In this case, unless the series is full of non-anthropomorphic aliens, I’m more inclined to watch the Mandalorian instead, which while science fantasy, at least it’s not as restricted. Picard was great, but for those of you who saw the last episode, should it really have that name anymore? I am looking forward to the next series and am dying to see Guinan in it. That is going to be one awesome episode. (Though, not wanting to overpromote, I might end up saying ‘There she is, there she is. My life is complete,’ and not really notice the story.) I might try to watch Lost in Space after episode 3 again, but I’ve never really got into any science fiction TV show that has children in it. Generally, when child actors are added (don’t get me started on Raised by Wolves) the show becomes an emotional mess. (Yeah, I’m one of those viewers who would love a series focused solely on future scientists and their discoveries, with guest appearances by a hologram of the late Stephen Hawking.) Dark Matter had potential but there were too many “seriously?” moments that I had trouble staying in the reality to really enjoy it. The Expanse is just war and politics until season 4 but you’ve really got to watch the first 3 seasons. I couldn’t get past episode 5. Maybe when world politics becomes boring again I might need this kind of drama. Still, it had some great science; I’m just not interested in drama, intrigue, fighting and politics. (Yeah, that kinda wipes out 90% of American science fiction right there.)

So, I think that Discovery Season 3 is awesome purely because of the future tech. That’s why I’ll be watching, while, of course, enjoying the character arcs and stories that come from this tech. When you create a world that is completely different to any world writers have written in before, you’re more likely to get stories that have never been written before. This is the most exciting part. Original science fiction! (Well, to be more specific, original space opera!)

Now, if Discovery could just have a permanent time travel system, I might consider switching my allegiance from Doctor Who.

Feel free to leave a comment below if you disagree but I’m only really into far future space opera with as much science, aliens and exploration as possible, preferably with a utopian or joyful atmosphere. Doctor Who and Star Trek are at the top of that list, though Stargate comes a close second, with Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy (the radio play) and Red Dwarf a close third. More of these please!

Of Moths and Men. Science Fiction Weekly #32

TBH I had a lot of fun writing this. Quotes from Doctor Who “Are you interested in lepidoptera at all?” Always one for the obscure! And weaving in ASIO and ASIS as well as playing around with genetics… Yeah, it’s a weird one. I’ve also snuck it in as an Easter egg in Hoganthology, so anyone who gets that now will have a surprise at the end. Then again, maybe they’ll have a disappointment at the end. I hope not!

Stellar Flash IV is so far behind schedule that I don’t think I can catch up to my projected release of May 2020. I’ll do my best, but so many crazy things have happened in 2019 that I’m tempted to take 2020 off and just retreat from the world for awhile. We’ll see.

In other news, it had been a half-a-life-long dream to release Hoganthology. And now that it is out there, I thought a collection might be eligible for a Hugo Award nomination. Nope. No collections are accepted. So, if you’re a member or supporting member of CoNZealand and wish to nominate Hoganthology, maybe nominate Temporal Incursion instead? Or even one of the Science Fiction Weekly Short Stories released in 2019 that are in it?

You read something better? Oh. Okay. Fair enough. Let me know the title in the comments and I’ll check it out.

Of Moths and Men is available in digital format from Amazon

Fanged moths, enlarged animals, and now something was affecting his team of lepidopterists. With an Australian government department involved, and attacks on the rise, Bruce is tasked with finding a cure to whatever climate change has brought the world this time.

But can he reverse the effects of something that had previously been dormant for over 13,000 years?

Find out more in Of Moths and Men. #32 in the Science Fiction Weekly Short Reads Series

Layers. Science Fiction Weekly #31: Short Reads Series

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When an ethereal voice begins calling Karol from her bed, she has to investigate. She quickly finds herself in a hidden underground cavern being shown images of the past by a ghost.

What is really going on?
Why does the apparition need her to see this?
And what is she going to do when she finds out the real truth?

Find out more in Layers. #31 in the Science Fiction Weekly Short Reads Series.

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Alien Frequency: Stellar Flash Book One – Ebook on special

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Alien Frequency: Stellar Flash Book One

Captain Jonathan Hogart’s first mission to Frequency One seems to be going well. New crew, new flash ship, and a new race of aliens to make first contact with.

But the binary suns start affecting his team in strangely, the friendly aliens turn out to be not so friendly, and now he finds himself glued to the ground awaiting possible separation if he doesn’t hand over flash relocation technology.

As the sticky situation gets more and more complicated, and the mushroom bugs reveal further surprises, the alien crew discover that it’s not only planet brown and purple that they have to worry about. There is a much greater threat towards the center of the star system.

One that none of them would ever have suspected.

Alien Frequency is the first in a series of complete sci fi stories in the Stellar Flash series. This is a fully contained adventure of about 50,000 words.

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Sci Fi News Bytes – New Science Fiction Newsletter from Maldek House

Well, I’ve taken a break from writing to concentrate on… writing – for my creative writing degree. Unfortunately, space opera science fiction doesn’t really fit into the non-fiction area of the assessments, nor does it fit the popular cinema course focused on Hollywood teen movies, or even the television studies stream that explores contemporary culture.

It’s difficult to focus on writing science fiction when everything else is pulling you back into the real world, so instead, I’ve gone back to something I used to do in the 90s. Write about the latest on Science Fiction TV releases. (Reporting in the real world on science fiction – you see what I did there!) We’ve entered the new golden age of science fiction TV with so many new shows being made and streamed through Netflix, Amazon and others, that it is the perfect time to start reporting on the golden sci fi year of 2020.

But online news services haven’t been quick to ‘nicheify’ their offerings, prefering to lump together anything remotely connected to science fiction and fantasy. As I’m only interested in stories set in space, preferably with aliens, I regularly find trying to read through these newsletters frustrating. Especially if the newsletter has a standard heading that says ‘latest science fiction news’ only to have just fantasy news below it.

And so, I’ve created Sci Fi News Bytes. A new weekly run down on Space Operas / Space Dramas. If it has aliens, spaceships, is set in the future, and much of the series is spent in space, then it’ll probably get a mention.

Oh, and it’s free!

Check out issue 2 online here:

Sci Fi News Bytes 2

One more thing. If you haven’t seen it already, I strongly recommend you check out Another Life. While there are a few naff scenes, and the cutaways to Earth don’t seem to add much to the story, thankfully they’re few and far between. The space story line is awesome and takes up most of the screen time. And it’s got Katee Sackoff and Samuel Anderson! Official Netflix site here: Another Life

Alien Dimensions #18 is now available in digital and in print

Latest: Alien Dimensions #18

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Alien Dimensions is a science fiction short stories anthology series featuring amazing authors from around the world.

Previous issues have featured stories about extraterrestrials, clones, robots and androids, invasion and colonization, cyberpunk and space opera, first contact, genetic manipulation, starship exploration and more.

From seriousness to humorous, high octane to slow burn, from back-story heavy to present tense dialogue-driven adventures, Alien Dimensions explores the far future.

Enjoy a much more alien experience with Alien Dimensions.

In Alien Dimensions #18:

Titan’s Spores by Olga Werby

The Pride of Tau Ceti by Gustavo Bondoni

An Option to Live by David Castlewitz

Tin Man by Paula Keane

Impact by Adam S. Furman

Making Room by Kenneth W. Grant

Woman in the Moon by David B. Anderson

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Temporal Incursion. Stellar Flash Book Three. Chapter 5. By Neil A. Hogan

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Episode 1: The Hand Continued

Chapter 5

Heartness and the boff appeared next to a large window looking out onto a wide starscape. Resignedly, she stopped struggling and looked out. Her years in space meant she recognized the view. The constellation of Cassiopeia. It was the same image that might have been visible from her station at a point in the orbit around Saturn, but with an additional star near the middle.

Sol.

She sniffed the air and almost choked. Stale and recycled. Not a single whiff of perfume. Gravity felt slightly lighter than Earth normal. Possibly Proxibee normal. Proxibee was larger than Earth but its mass was made up with more low atomic weight elements, so there wasn’t as much gravity. But the humming below her suggested that she wasn’t on Proxibee. She was on a ship of some kind.

The boff released Heartness and stepped back, allowing her a moment. Heartness rubbed her arm but there wasn’t a mark. The robot had gripped her firmly, but gently.

Was it possible to escape? She looked about. Far away, on the other side of the room, was what looked to be the pilot’s area. A tiny flickering dot from where Heartness was standing, but filled with a massive view screen. Any pilot sitting there would think there wasn’t a ship, and that they were just in space. Heartness decided the pilot section was probably for emergencies. Still, it was an option.

While Earth council ships were quite conservative with their space, with every centimeter used and accounted for, corporations could be excessive. The room was at least a kilometer wide. Even with her augmented eyesight, she could barely make out the other side of ship in the distance. A prismatic point finished the ceiling far above her. Was the outside of the ship like a pyramid? The floor seemed to suggest it, stretching in an almost perfect square shape, apart from some exits to corridors on her right.

The entire one kilometer-edged triangular ship, the Stellar Flash, could fit inside with some room to spare. Was this a mother ship of some kind? She accessed data through her newly installed lobe system under her left ear, but expected it would be a while before it retrieved the information she wanted.

And then she remembered her date tonight, and sighed. Zhou would have simply told him she’d been called away on urgent business. At least it was better than telling him she had disappearing ring ice to watch.

 “Alright, boff. You’ve brought me here. I’m sure your corporation couldn’t care less about the potential fine and jail time, if I was to complain, so now what? Champagne?”

The robot officer slowly turned its retro cube-shaped head to Admiral Victoria Heartness, then lifted up its plastic four-fingered hand. “What I’m about to show you is private and confidential.” A bluish hologram began to form above it.

Heartness glared at the image taking shape. “If you’re going to tell me I’m your only hope, I’m going to have words.”

The boff remained silent as the hologrammatic video became more defined, then began playing.

It was not what Heartness was expecting at all.

A macabre image of an indistinct human hand rotated in the air in front of her, tiny waves of electricity sparking and cascading across its surface. The skin looked alive, with faint veins swollen in mid throb near the wrist. The nails were chipped and dirty, with shadows of dust in places. Dark oil marks on the finger tips, and the general blurriness of the blue image disguised its owner.

“What is it?” asked Heartness, fascinated, as the hand continued to turn. “A piece of artwork?” For a moment, she had thought it had simply been cut off by the edge of the visual reference. But then the wrist had faced her, showing a cross section of the marrow in both the radius and ulna, surrounded by muscles, veins and skin perfectly sliced through as though separated from the rest of the body at the molecular level. There was also a flickering field right at the edge, suggesting that whatever the hand was attached to, was accessing some other dimension.

“A human hand,” answered the boff, anticlimactically.

Heartness sighed, her curiosity changing back to annoyance with the robot. “I can see that,” she growled. “What happened to it? Who’s it from?”

The boff pointed at the hand above his hand. “This was found at the Proxima Centauri B Frequency Research Center, inside hexicle 18.” It turned the image off and the bright light of the field faded away, revealing the expansive room once again.

“My leasor has not informed the interstellar military yet,” the boff continued. “She wants this to be discrete. She sent me as soon as she realized some delicacy was required.”

“And so, you decided to strongly encourage me to come.” While she hadn’t taken any private gigs for some time, thanks to her work with Earth Council and the Interdimensional Coalition, she knew from experience that initially, most private organizations and government parties required some secrecy before announcing the solved problem to the world.

“We have sealed hexicle 18 until you are able to have a close look at it.”

Heartness had no idea how getting closer to the floating hand would help her be any the wiser. “Any other records? What about others on the base? Do you have any other evidence of the missing 27?”

“Updates received. The hand is the only living thing that has been found so far. Though, our benefactor is not sure about something else nearby, which she plans to show you. However, only 17 of the 54 hexicles have been explored. Investigation has now been paused while we await your response.”

“The hand is alive?”

“Still. It hangs there, not dying. The hand could not be shown to you on your station. Now that you have seen it, you are free to decide. You have your flash band and can leave from this point in space at any time. Please let me repeat that 27 scientists have disappeared, and your presence is required.”

Heartness knew this was her field. She was contacted when there was anything the bot officers, A.I. detectives, or government organizations couldn’t solve. With her extensive experience in multiple dimensions and realities, there weren’t that many in humanity’s sectors that could do what she did. She smiled ruefully. She would be happy to give them a hand. “You know my price.”

“Yes, Admiral Heartness. Labor credits are ready to transfer to your charity the moment you sign.”

Heartness moved some hair out of the way, and touched her implant. It was still searching for information on the ship, but the work contract had already been transmitted directly to her. It displayed in front of her eyes. Her analysis software did not detect anything unusual, so she sent a simple thought, and her brain wave vibration signature was transmitted via flash communication to the authorization department in the main brokerage on a satellite orbiting Proxima Centauri C. Within a couple of seconds she received the confirmation back via flash satellite relay that the first 100,000 credits had been transferred to her charity. “Boff. As you can now independently confirm, the contract is signed, and I will help the F.R.I find a solution. Please advise Space Station X-1a that I am fine and that everything is under control.”

“I’m sorry, Admiral Victoria Heartness,” said a voice in the air near her. “We must keep this a secret for now.”

“Have you been standing there invisible the whole time?” Heartness asked the air.

“The boff alerted me that you have signed, so I drifted over.” Then there was a click, and a woman phase-shifted into reality next to them, taking a couple of steps to reorient herself with the floor. She looked at Heartness seriously. “The hand you saw isn’t the only problem we have. We moved to an outer orbit to collect you more safely. The moment you arrived, the ship began moving back to the closest point we can get. We can’t flash jump closer due to the disturbances, but we’re only a few million kilometers from Proxibee.”

Heartness was unfazed by the woman’s phase-in, and briefly noted the boff had shut down as she appeared. But she had to know more. “What sort of disturbances?”

“It’s better that I show you,” replied the woman. She walked towards an exit in the distance, expecting her to follow.

Heartness sighed to herself. Well, if the woman wasn’t going to go through the introduction niceties, or at the very least say her name, Heartness would look it up herself. These outerworlders assumed everyone used facial recognition as a normal part of socializing and business, but Heartness was still a bit old school.

Her lobe storage unit had finished downloading anything related to Proxima Centauri, decades of data, and had accessed the most relevant information, predicting Heartness’ needs. The woman was Doctor Vilanna Szuki, born on one of the envirostations circling Proxima Centauri D. 37 years old. Seven PhDs. Her father was from Japan and her mother from Ghana, so her features were almost movie-star like. High cheek bones, blue eyes, mocha skin, and a lithe movement that could probably break a few hearts.

Heartness guessed her model looks might be one of the reasons why the woman was hiding away on a massive ship in another star system. Every media outlet from here to Sirius would want a piece of her. Though, if she ever got her back to the space station, that moodhair would have to go.

“I hope you don’t mind if I ask a lot of questions,” said Heartness.

“Of course.” Szuki smiled demurely as Heartness caught up to her. “But there are some things that can’t be explained and will need to be shown.”

“But what about this space? Why so large?”

Szuki laughed, her frizzy hair flickering with gold highlights. “Oh, daddy had this built for me for my 16th. You know, on Earth, parents used to give their children houses or cars. My daddy gave me this spaceship. Big enough to enjoy an almost infinite number of worlds in. I call it the Traverse.”

“Isn’t that a verb?”

Szuki touched her flashband, and the room was transformed into a mountainous terrain with a corral of horses. One of them whinnied and came over to her. She stroked it affectionately, though to Heartness it looked like she wasn’t quite touching it. “Hello stony. See you again soon.”

Szuki clicked her band again, and the entire paddock and animals disappeared, replaced by towering fluid rocks, three suns, and a group of large spikey aliens gathered around an upturned-mushroom-shaped table. “Hey, Sharpie, congratulations on your new spores!”

A slapping sound came from one of the spiny aliens, which was quickly translated to “Hello Vilanna. Thank you. Good to see you again.”

“You too!” Szuki smiled and clicked her band again, and the tableaux disappeared, revealing the empty space once more.

“So, it’s a hologram room. A gaming place,” said Heartness.

Szuki pursed her lips and her hair changed to a light green. “Not exactly. Follow me. I’ll tell you on the way.”

Heartness frowned. Getting information out of people here was going to be harder than she thought.

Temporal Incursion. Stellar Flash Book Three. By Neil A. Hogan

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This is the last of the preview chapters. I hope you enjoyed them. Thank you very much for reading.

Temporal Incursion. Stellar Flash Book Three. Chapter 4. By Neil A. Hogan

Temporal Incursion. Stellar Flash Book Three. By Neil A. Hogan

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Episode 1: The Hand Continued

Chapter 4

The triangular shape flickered green along one side, then settled into a new stable orbit around Saturn, just above the rings. The Stellar Flash was the flagship of the Earth Council fleet, and the best that human and alien engineering could provide. It was the ultimate in interfrequency and interdimensional travel, and also had the ability to travel in time, given the right coordinates.

The Stellar Flash had recently returned from 2.5 million years ago in the Andromeda Galaxy. Unfortunately, it had had to come back the long way around, and it was a bit worse for wear as a result.

The alien crew of 300, with a main Center crew of 8, were mostly on leave. Having taken a space-fold time jump back to the present, and found their cabins full of pieces of iridium, some had returned to their planets, some had decided to visit Space Station X-1a, and some, like Captain Jonathan Hogart, had decided to do what he could on the ship.

Hogart was a pinkish-white, muscular man in his early-to-mid 40s, with short, dark-brown hair, and a sparkle in his eyes that suggested he was always about to make a joke. A few days ago, he had moved to the Stellar Flash, intent on doing things that robots, other crew members, the A.I. and various software programs were capable of doing without him.

“Jonathan, just go to Earth,” Heartness had said. “Hug some trees. Smell some flowers. Take a break.”

“After my recent experience on the Floran homeworld, plants are the last things I want to see.”

His look had been enough, and Heartness hadn’t said another word. But now, after a day on the ship, he was beginning to think he had made a mistake.

“So, A.I., you’re sure this console needs my help?”

“Yes, Captain,” came the soft and feminine Japanese-accented tones of the A.I. “Analysis indicates that the bolts holding that screen to the floor are loose. In fact, all the bolts are loose on all the stands in the center. Please tighten them.”

Hogart held the wrench and stared at the consoles. “I don’t know, A.I. Surely there are other more important things that need to be done.”

“Other areas are about to be fixed by the repair system. Center bolts are at the bottom of the list, so they won’t be done for a couple of days. Your help will enable them to be done faster.”

Hogart smiled. “Well, if you’re sure. I’d be happy to help. This is a lot better than watching over Raj’s shoulder as he unlocks another door.”

The A.I. remained silent.

“Right, then.” He lay down next to the first panel and set to work.

Just then an alarm began blaring.

Hogart sat bolt upright and hit his head on the side of the panel. “Ow!” He yelled. “A.I. Did I activate something?”

“It is a false alarm from the space station a short time ago. Disabling now.”

“Well, that’s a relief.” He looked about the Center Control room, not quite wanting to lie down and tighten bolts.

Eight panels on stands were arranged facing outward to the wall and dome-ceiling screens. In the center was the flash drive – two columns like a stalactite and a stalagmite stretched downward and upward, not quite meeting. The space in the middle generated the flash drive field. Three exit doors were arranged equidistant around the circular area, and the surround screens were currently showing where they orbited above Saturn’s rings.

Hogart grinned at the sight of the colorful planet. It was hard to believe how huge Saturn really was. Even though Saturn’s day was a mere ten hours or so, it took them days to orbit it, and there was always something new to see.

Newslets and Mindshorts had indicated another of Saturn’s rings was about to disappear – the effect of their recent conflict with the Florans, or perhaps simply the aging of the rings. He supposed there would be an observation party at some point, but it meant Saturn continued to be interesting.

Just then, the door to corridor two dissolved, and a young-looking man with thick black hair and brown skin skipped into the Center. “We got door 347 open!” said Officer Raj Kumar, excitedly.

Hogart groaned. “Must you come running in here every time you get a door open? I mean, it takes at least seven minutes. Couldn’t your time be better spent? Besides, aren’t you supposed to be going back to Lahore for the reunification ceremony? It’s a Sunday in Punjab, as I recall.”

“Well, communications are still not that reliable. And, besides, why would I run? I just flash to the entrance and skip in! And in regard to Lahore, I sent a boff to rep me! I’ll watch it later.”

Hogart sighed. Sometimes it was fun hanging around people in their twenties, and sometimes it was just annoying. Raj was, what, 26? He shook himself and refocused. “What was the alarm about?”

“How should I know? I’m the door opener!”

Hogart put the tool he was holding in a box near him. If Kumar had not been assigned by Patel, Hogart might have had words about respect for rank. As it was, he just sighed again. “Just a moment.” He turned to the center of the Center. “A.I. Avatar please.”

An early thirties Japanese woman, in a T-shirt tied at her waist to reveal her midriff, and extremely tight blue pants with holes in them, appeared near the floor and ceiling columns. Hogart raised his eyebrows. “What happened to your kimono?”

The avatar grinned a big smile, her heavily coated eyelashes fluttering. “Costume program. I thought I’d try something from the 80s. Do you like it?”

“2080s?”

“1980s. I think it suits the shape you programmed. What do you think?”

Hogart looked at her clothes, quizzically. The blue pants looked difficult to wear, and made of some extremely thick material. Camping material? “Is that canvas? Like, for tents?”

The A.I. nodded.

“Well, it’s, um, nice, A.I.”

Why would she even think about changing? He had been reading some of the history that had gone on with a clone of himself in the Andromeda Galaxy, and the evolution of the ship’s avatar. While his clone had fallen in love with the previous incarnation of the Stellar Flash ship A.I., he wasn’t going to explore that option.

Perhaps the new A.I. had also read the reports, and was considering a future with him, or maybe he was just being narcissistic. He shuddered. He wasn’t ready for a digital relationship yet. “Back to my original topic. What was the ‘false alarm’?”

The avatar placed a finger on her cheek and closed her eyes. “Accessing,” she said, sweetly. “Official message from Admiral Wei Zhou. Nothing that should concern you. Continue with getting the Stellar Flash ship ready for her next mission.”

Hogart frowned. “Admiral Zhou is back on 1a already? It must be important. Tell me the details, unofficially.”

“You won’t like it.”

“A.I!”

“Confirmed.” The A.I. became unofficially official, staring directly ahead. “Admiral Victoria Heartness has been kidnapped by a robot officer owned by the Frequency Research Institute. She has been traced to a ship several million kilometers from Proxima B in the Proxima Centauri system. The corporation that has obtained her had previously offered several thousand…”

“Enough. I had heard about the bidder. I thought she’d turned it down. A.I. How quickly can we get the Stellar Flash to the system?”

“Flash drive inoperative,” the A.I. shrugged.

“Escape pods?”

“Storage centers still contain iridium stones. No escape pods have been maintained for over a million years. Hangar 27 will be the first, scheduled for tomorrow.”

Hogart stared at the almost empty Center, struggling to work out what to do next. A robot had taken Heartness. Was it a robot uprising, or was the F.R.I. seeing how far it could push its powers? Either way, tightening bolts wasn’t going to get him there faster.

“Ahem,” said Kumar.

“Are you still here?”

“Room 347?” Kumar stretched his arms out as though to say, ‘Are you coming or not’?

Hogart frowned. “I need to work out a way to save Victoria!”

“Admiral Zhou said not to worry. A robot officer took her to a corporation. Admiral Heartness is probably sipping champagne by now. Captain, the panels will fix themselves. Please, come with me.”

Hogart straightened his blue jumpsuit. “Why is 347 so important?”

Kumar danced back and forth on his feet. “Oh, come on Jonathan. Come and see. Live a little. You’ll love it.”

“I think I’m more likely to regret it,” muttered Hogart, but he followed after Kumar. As they exited into the corridor, Kumar clicked his flash band on Hogart’s, grinned winningly at him, and then they both disappeared.

Temporal Incursion. Stellar Flash Book Three. By Neil A. Hogan

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Temporal Incursion. Stellar Flash Book Three. Chapter 3. By Neil A. Hogan

Temporal Incursion. Stellar Flash Book Three. By Neil A. Hogan

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Episode 1: The Hand Continued

Chapter 3

“27 scientists have disappeared, and Victoria has a date. Interesting.” Patel leant back in his chair with a curious look on his face, and steepled his fingers. “Very interesting.”

“Putting aside Victoria’s personal life for a moment, John, Proxibee is your jurisdiction. It’s my understanding that the Secret Services has a gravity and frequency research base there in association with the F.R.I. I realize you can’t personally monitor all S.S.’s 100 billion projects, but 27 scientists?” Zhou paused and leaned forward, looking Patel in the eye and smiling slightly. “You must be at least a little curious. With me now in charge of the station, perhaps you should check it out? You’re probably the best person for the job.”

Patel frowned. “Young lady, you might now be my superior on this base, but I’m over 150 years old. It is not possible for you to use subtle persuasion targeting my curiosity to get me off this space station quite so easily.”

Zhou grinned. “Only looking out for your best interests, of course. Your I.Q. is off the charts.” She leant back in her chair. “This station must be incredibly boring for you. You know. Really, really boring. After all, you did originally hire me so that you didn’t have any excuse to stay.” She tapped her chin. “I know, maybe you could go spelunking on Enceladus again until we find out some more information.”

Patel blinked. “Wait. You are doing it again!”

“Then, tell me why you’re still here? You’re practically maintaining all of human occupied space. Why hang around Space Station X-1a?”

Patel allowed a slight smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He then turned to the center of the room. “My turn to supply a recording, it seems. A.I. Display Saturn orbit survey 15th February 2129 video stream. Reference: Temporal Incursion. Slow the video to a speed we can comprehend. Authorization vibration Doctor John Patel.”

“Confirmed,” said the A.I. “Accessing. Displaying.”

An image materialized of Saturn and its rings, blurred and seemingly frozen. A green, circular target moved across the image then snapped at a tiny spot towards the center. It zoomed to show a floating object shooting away from them, leaving a black line through the rings in its wake.

The image shuddered as the drone adjusted its position, flashing closer. What previously looked like a glowing light now looked like it contained multiple stars flickering in and out of it.

“Is it alien?’ asked Zhou.

“One moment.”

The drone shot forward several times as the light flashed further away from it, but it quickly lost it.

The recording turned off.

“So, maybe it was a drone from another civilization,” offered Zhou. “You know, Earth has been visited by billions of drones from other civilizations in just the past thousand years. As UFO traffic officer monitoring Earth’s intersection, I should know.”

“Not exactly,” said Patel. “It was a piece of time. In fact, a piece of reversed time. When we retrieved the drone, we found it had become several minutes younger, just by being near it.”

“But, time doesn’t usually travel around in chunks. You can’t have time without space, or matter. They’re inseparable. And it looked nothing like a rogue, hyperdense black hole.”

Patel leant back. “An unsolved mystery. What concerns me is that, at that time, it wasn’t the only one. There were several occurrences of these pieces of time in the Solar system in 2129. Admittedly, most of them were on either side of the Oort cloud, apart from one we suspect caused something similar to a Tunguska event in Bimini. But one thing we know for sure is that they were all heading in one direction at close to the speed of light.”

Zhou thought for a second. “The date was just over four and a half years ago? And from the stars in the background…”

“They should be arriving at Proxima Centauri B any day now,” finished Patel. He got up off the chair. “Which might even explain the missing scientists. So, I hope you don’t mind if I hang about the station a bit longer?”

“But, what can we do about Victoria?”

“Well,” Patel said as he dissolved the door and exited. “I’m sure she can look after herself. And if she runs into a micro time particle, I guess she’ll get a bit younger!” He nodded goodbye to Zhou, and the door reformed behind him.

Zhou knew Patel was being cryptic again. If the drone only had to be near the object for less than a second to become a few minutes younger, she was sure Heartness wouldn’t just gain a few years.

She could be quickly reduced to a fertilized egg.


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Temporal Incursion. Stellar Flash Book Three. Chapter 1. By Neil A. Hogan

Temporal Incursion. Stellar Flash Book Three. By Neil A. Hogan

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Episode 1: The Hand

Chapter 1

2133/10/18/08:45 Sunday

The violet underside of the twelve-meter-sided, triangular interdimensional ship passed through the ceiling of the North Australia Space Port monitoring center in Darwin, and continued obliviously on its way. Admiral Wei Zhou watched it with awe, then smiled at the circumstances that had brought her there.

She had joined the Earth Council long ago and worked her way up the ranks. But as is the habit of Earth Council, once you’ve been a captain for ten years, you’re offered a promotion to allow the next recruits their chance at a captaincy.

She did miss it, but now she was monitoring the interfrequency and interdimensional ships that crisscrossed Earth’s orbit, ready to offer assistance if anything Earth was doing interfered with their journeys. If she couldn’t go out into space, then at least space could come to her.

Billions of ships passed through the Earth every day, and it was rare for one to pass along the surface of the planet, let alone through the actual monitoring station in Darwin. Most went through the upper atmosphere or through the crust of the Earth itself. Since Frequency Shift in 2033, most of these vehicles could be seen by the general population, and had long since become part of the background. But, occasionally, like this one, they were worthy of attention.

Now that it had faded through the wall, it was time to return to answering her staff. Admiral this, Admiral that. Sadly, that wasn’t as exciting, and she was tempted to flash back to Guangdong province for a quick cup of tea.

“Admiral,” called one of her assistants. Zhou looked up and recognized the brown hair, weathered skin and long beard. Bruce Jones, one of her Australian staff.

“Yes, Bruce, what is it?”

“Another delivery of powdered iridium from Saturn, just flashed into the base. Begging your pardon, ma’am, but, don’t you think we have enough now?”

Zhou raised an eyebrow. “You do know how much this stuff is in demand on Earth, right? All those people getting their mindview systems removed. That’s a lot of medical equipment.”

Jones frowned. “I do. It’s just that, there’s no more room in storage. Would you like me to organize storage in Sydney?”

Zhou had had no idea that they’d already filled all their storage areas in Darwin. The Stellar Flash ship must have brought back quite a lot. But she’d promised she would take it off their hands, and a promise is a promise. “Very good, Bruce. Yes, Sydney for the rest of it. Was there anything else?”

“Going to go fishing on the weekend. Was wondering, you know, if you’d like to come along?”

Zhou could tell he was trying to be casual about it, but his voice went a bit high at the end. She gave him a winning smile. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m strictly an indoors gal. Steel walls, lots of conveniences, and an A.I. not far away. Not sure what I’d do in an outdoor area. Probably get sunburned. I can’t even swim!”

“No worries!” he replied. He was about to turn away when he noticed something and pointed at Zhou’s left arm.

Zhou looked down to see that a light on her flash sleeve was blinking. “Oh! Thanks, mate.”

He smiled shyly, then turned back to his hologram.

She knew he had a thing for her. Not her type, though. She preferred her men to be a bit more feminine, thinner, hairless, and spend much of their time in space.

But now she had something else to attend to. She looked quizzically at her flash band. She usually got messages at her station stand. Why did it come directly to her sleeve? And who has that channel, anyway?

She quickly opened the message.

“Admiral Zhou, Admiral Heartness has disappeared. Please meet me at Heartness’ office on Space Station X-1a asap.”

Victoria had disappeared?

Again?

It was like anyone on Space Station X-1a would eventually disappear for one reason or another. She was beginning to think that the station was bad luck. Especially as it was being constructed with the number 1 on it during a snake year.

But she knew what she had to do, and quickly began getting ready.

She noticed the message was from Doctor John Patel and quickly understood the secrecy. He didn’t like to do things that were too public.

She checked her appearance in the mirror. No makeup smudges. Foundation was holding, short black hair shone healthily and didn’t need a comb, black jacket fitted well, long black pants were unlined. Should she put some bright red lipstick on? No. She grinned quietly to herself. She didn’t want to distract anyone else.

She quickly gathered some essential items into a handbag, set up a ‘called away on urgent business’ message at her console, then hit the relocation button at the bottom of the message.

A bright white light enveloped her, and moments later she was one billion kilometers away, inside one of the corridors in Space Station X-1a circling Saturn. She quickly stepped out of the way of a bloated blue balloon-shaped alien that floated past her, and did her best to adjust to the slightly different gravity, air pressure, and smells.

The coordinates she’d been given were directly outside Heartness’ office. She waited until another blobby alien squirmed and squelched past her, then reached out and tapped the door.

5:30pm in Darwin translated to 8:00am on the Space Station. Flashlag was going to be a bitch, she thought. Then she fell into a sneezing fit as her nose began to react to all the differences.

The door dissolved, and Patel appeared, standing in the center of the room. He handed her a tissue. “Wei, so good of you to come!”

Zhou took it gratefully and wiped her nose, before putting it in a pocket. “Sorry. You know it’s thirty degrees Celsius in Darwin. What is it here? Twenty?”

Then she realized that Patel was holding his hand outstretched indicating Heartness’ seat.

“Please,” he said, as though expecting no debate.

Immediately annoyed, Zhou threw her bag down on the table and turned on him. “Cryptic message, and I flashed here quickly, as agreed. But you can’t just expect me to take over the station at a moment’s notice every time. I have other responsibilities at the Space Port!”

Patel carefully lowered his arm and frowned. “Wei, I’m sorry. With Heartness gone, we need you here. You’re the best for this position.”

Zhou put her hands on her hips. “I’ve done research since then. Admiral Rasskator is best for this position. Pull her out of retirement.”

Patel shook his head. “I don’t want to sound sexist, but some delicacy is involved. And you have proven yourself time and time again that your feminine energy is superior when it comes to mediation. We haven’t forgotten your help with the Mars-Earth treaty. Basically, I need you to take care of this station of families, and any cultural conflicts that may arise. In fact, it is why I usually recommend a female for this role. I’m really not good at looking at anything other than the big picture, and males can be, how shall I put it, a bit too logical? We forget to allow our emotions to have a say.”

Zhou lowered her tattooed brows and stared at him. “Get that fabulous Admiral Klimova from the Russian outpost near Barnard’s star, then. He’s more feminine than I am! Even my muscles are bigger than his! And you should see his dance moves!”

Patel held up his hands. “I need you here. The station needs you.”

Zhou frowned, then walked around the table and slowly slid into the seat. “Fine. I’m here, again.” She sighed. “Fill me in. What’s happened to Victoria?”

Patel took the seat opposite and grinned as though the exchange never happened. “Excellent! Now, changing the subject. You know, I’m always tempted to take advantage of my power here, but I do my best not to let it get out of hand.”

Zhou almost laughed. “Really? Did you disable to cameras on the way here, again?”

Patel opened his mouth, then closed it again. “How did you… Never mind. Yes.”

Zhou smiled to herself. A point to her. Patel was the most intelligent person in the Solar System, but he allowed his hubris to get in the way – a lot. He did his best, but he could forget the little things. She’d feel sorry for him if he wasn’t so obliviously arrogant about it.

She took a deep breath, relaxed, and focused on the task at hand. “I guess the reason you needed me here so quickly is because you need something from this room before Earth Council sends its investigators. Something that only I can give as the admiral now in residence.”

Patel nodded again.

Zhou snapped her fingers. “You want me to officially access her files first! See if something is there that could tell you where Victoria went without Earth Council knowing you had looked!”

Patel sat back in his chair and steepled his fingers. “I’m impressed. You should be a detective.”

Zhou smiled, despite herself. “I might have been, if the A.I.’s hadn’t already taken all the detective jobs. Holographic scan of the crime scene, evidence analyzed in seconds, images sourced from recordings of wall reflections, DNA, fingerprints, faces located in the database in minutes, maybe two to locate the criminal, five minutes to arrest her, him or them and lock them up. That’s if the crime hadn’t already been predicted, or caught in the act first. Detectives disappeared decades ago. Not to mention the drop in crime since Frequency Shift.”

“Still, there are cold cases that the A.I.’s can’t help with.”

Zhou shrugged. “It’s all moot, now. In any case, Secret Services man. What are you hoping to find?”

Patel was silent, but raised an eyebrow as if to say, You’re smart. You work it out.

Zhou touched her chin with a finger. “Assuming Victoria was kidnapped from this room, and the investigation hasn’t started yet, then there might also be a recording.”

“Bingo!” exclaimed Patel.

Zhou looked at him quizzically. “Bingo?”

“Oh, sorry, it’s an old 21st century term for a gambling game. Before your time.”

“I see. So, like ‘Mahj!’”

“Mahj?”

“Oh, it’s from an old game from 2,500 years ago.” She waved a hand dismissively in the air. “Before your time.” Zhou looked at the screen, and it immediately unlocked for her. She peered at the processes. “The last complete room recording was half an hour ago. The current one is…disabled.”

She squinted at Patel and he shrugged. She let it pass, then looked up at the ceiling. “A.I. Replay room recording from the previous hour. Authorization Admiral Wei Zhou.”

“Confirmed,” said the A.I.

For a moment there was silence, and then a shimmer filled the room. In the center, a short, pale, dark-haired woman in a blue, short-sleeved jumpsuit, appeared to be looking for something while circling the floor.

“Can I get everything?” asked Patel.

“Pause playback. Everything?”

“I want to access her brain waves, thought processes, everything. I want to rule out any chance she has been mentally taken over. We have been working on something together that is still top secret. If whoever took her read her thoughts…”

“Accessing recordings of any person’s thoughts is usually reserved for extreme cases.”

“When not on a mission. All thoughts are recorded as standard on vehicle that has a flash system. We’ve got years of Heartness’ thoughts on record as Captain.”

Zhou stared at Patel with a look of distaste.

“Now, I know she’s a friend of yours,” he continued. “But flash jump records indicate a robot officer has taken an Admiral. If this is the start of another robot uprising, the whole of humanity could be affected.”

Zhou frowned at this new piece of information. “A robot? Any other nuggets I should know?”

Patel shrugged again as if to say, I don’t know what information to give you that you need to know.

She looked up at the ceiling. “A.I. Access entire recording of the appearance and disappearance of the boff and Admiral Heartness. Overlay reality with a holographic version, and give mental access to Heartness’ thoughts for me and… my guest. Brain wave vibration authorization Admiral Wei Zhou.”

“Confirmed,” said the A.I.

“Thank you, Wei,” said Patel.

Reality around them blurred and changed, and the recording began.


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