As the height of the largest Holiday commences, Joe responds to a cave-in.
For Doctor Mather Stone, Sky Serum day is another typical celebration. For assassin Snow-Everyone-Joe, he’s uncovering a secret plot that caused a cave-in. Neither have time for silly holidays. But both men’s lives change with one explosion and a snowman cookie.
Right as Doctor Mather Stone thinks this celebration will be like all the others, a blast rocks his world. As Mather accepts his death, a stranger saves him, altering his life forever.
"Snow-Everyone-Joe", the feared member of the H.S.P.C., doesn’t want to be anyone special and when he saves a doctor trapped in the underground den, Joe discovers the joy of being “Jack”. A no one. Just a friend.
”Jack” and Mather start off as strangers, but their time together as friends grows into more. Problem is, Joe isn’t who he says he is, and Mather is suspect in the Earth Den bombing. But fate is in no hurry to change the slow and easy love building between them.
It took a few years and hefty persuasion to get this wonderful story published.
It was written by Monica, the "M" in C.M. Moore and at first she wasn't going to send it for publication. But a few of her friends, including her publisher, demanded to have this story out into the world!
The first rendition delved very deep into the relationship, but as it was set in the Ice Era Chronicle world, it was changed to fit the usual style of the "Off-the-Rails" motif in plot and action.
Thus, the awesome story it is now!
I think Kay McDaniel puts it perfectly:
Some books pull at your own heart strings. As the reader I felt empathy for the two main male characters in their struggle to accept sexual feelings for each other. Those feelings were foreign to them.
How could this happen?
The writer takes you through their soulful journey as they try to fight the tenderness of their fledgling love affair and the consequences that will follow from their choice.
Along with the suffering interior conflict of Joe and Mather is the adventure of explosions, hair raising rescues and assassinations of the “bad guys.” I was swept along in the chaos hoping for a happy ending.
The “Hallmark” happy ending does happen amid snowman cookie humor and family loyalty.
I recommend this novel for anyone struggling with their sexual orientation. Also for anyone who loves adventure and a good read. I really did like the story.
I Would Recommend This Book to Fans of:
Straight to Gay Romance
Anyone Struggling with their Sexual Orientation
Excerpt of Holiday Cup of Joe (Off-the-Rails) Ice Era Chronicle
Mather rolled onto his stomach. More darkness. Smoke filled his lungs, and he coughed. How long had he been sprawled here? After a few minutes, he caught a clean breath and pushed down his rising terror. After hacking up another lung, he drew himself up on all fours. His palms scratched the rough stone floor of the water base hall.
What just happened?
“Help!” Screams echoed down the corridor, but Mather couldn’t see anything without the illuminating wall sconces. Someone cried. A child, maybe a girl? The world had gone black. The pleas were muffled. When the blast had gone off, his hearing took a beating.
There was more yelling, but Mather couldn’t pinpoint where the noise was coming from. Even if he could get up, his limbs respond sluggishly.
As he fumbled, his palm hit the clear-plastic case he’d been carrying. Oddly, the box was a comfort. Like a teddy bear or a blanket, Mather drew the container of cookies into his arms as he stood.
A beacon of hope glimmered ahead in the form of a flashlight. The beam struggled to cut through the thick smoke. Mather stumbled toward what might be help. He tripped over broken rock, righted, and stopped. Mather shoved his Sky Serum snowmen cookies into his bag before he staggered down the hall. As he moved near the light, the outline of a tall young man brought relief. Someone else was with him. The stranger’s tiny lamp illuminated his dark-red hair and a little girl with him.
“Hello?” Mather called, but the redhead didn’t look his way. Too focused on the child, the stranger grabbed the girl and tugged her over broken fragments.
“My name’s Joe.” The man’s menacing tone didn’t soothe Mather at all. “Agent Snow-Everyone-Joe.” The redhead with the headlamp gripped the kid’s shoulders. There was another hard jerk. “I’m an important H.S.P.C. agent. Come here.”
When the girl was in his arms, he pulled a needle out of his pocket. “What’s your name?”
The child wept but answered. Mather couldn’t hear the muffled response.
“Hey?” Mather coughed. The agent glanced around the hall but then focused back on the child.
“No.” The girl fought to get out of the stranger’s arms. Sunglasses fell from the agent’s pocket and shattered on the stones.
“Hey, Joe?” Mather called. “Agent Joe? Snow-Everyone-Joe?”
A second blast split the air. A force like an invisible train hit Mather square in the chest. Before he could gather his wits, he was thrown backward. Mather hit a stone pillar. Panic got the better of him. Once more he was on his knees. One hand gripped the strap of his backpack as his other hand struck a door. Thank God, a handle. The smell of fire assaulted his nostrils, and he hacked. A foreboding rumble shook his entire body.
Death was here.
Grabbing the metal knob, Mather tossed the door open and threw himself into the next room. The propulsion sent him forward wildly. Another crash tore through the air. Something struck the door that he’d scrambled through. The wood slammed shut.
Mather legs hit a solid piece of metal. He tumbled and landed flat on the floor.
“Geeze.” As he rose, he grabbed his bruised shin. His hand smoothed over a bench.
He yanked on the door, but the entrance didn’t budge. Showers, benches, hooks, tiles. This must be the locker room for the water base guards. He walked in circles feeling like a caged animal.
Mather had no clue how long he’d been looking for a light or a way to escape. He found a switch. Clicking it did nothing. This was the end for him. He pictured his End-Of-Life ceremony with an officiant saying, Doctor Mather Stone died trapped in a locker room on a water base. That’s what they would say. Dead and alone on Sky Serum Holiday. This day was supposed to be about being thankful for life. The irony did amuse him.
Finally, he sat. Cold tiles greeted him. Fishing out his holiday container, Mather popped the lid. A blue snowman with thick icing and a plastered smile laughed at him. Mather bit the head off the baked good holding back a sob. He kept eating the heads of snowmen to keep the tears at bay. It wasn’t manly to cry. When he was a child, his dad used to say man up to him and his two brothers. In all the years of working high stress as a surgeon, he’d never felt this need to fall apart.
A single tear slid down his cheek as he bit another cookie. There was no point in removing the drop. No one could see him.
Shoving away the sugar treats, Mather pressed his head against the cool wall. He wished he’d said goodbye to his ma. He could’ve gone to see his older brother more. He should’ve invited his younger brother to visit. His empty life paraded across his mind in cruel detail. Geeze, he didn’t even give a proper farewell to his colleagues before he moved off Water Base Cure.
A swish-swish cut through his demoralizing thoughts. Maybe he’d imagined the sound. There was nothing to see in the dark room. His eyes ached from the unshed tears, the smoke, and the strain. Weak and tired, he took a deep breath. No one was here for him.
“I’m going to die alone on Sky Serum Holiday.”
“Look what I found.” A husky male voice slammed into Mather. “You sound scared stiff.”
“Can you help me? I’m trapped.” Shaking with excitement, Mather came to his feet. He shoved his container into his backpack and stayed to the wall. Hope spun him up while his bruised shins reminded him to stay focused. Falling over again didn’t appeal to him.
“Wow, okay. Let’s see what I can do.”
“Please? Sir?” Mather scooted toward the deep voice. A light, airy feeling lifted his spirits. Joy bubbled up like a spring. Maybe he wouldn’t die alone after all.
As he shifted, his long coat caught, as if the material was conspiring against him. Exhaling a puff of frustration, he yanked. Cold water sprayed him in the face.
“Geeze.” While he fumbled for the shutoff handle, Mather tugged on his coat. In seconds, his jacket, scrubs, and shoes were completely drenched.
“No need to shower on my account.”
“Sir, can you help me?” Mather tipped his head one way and then the other to gauge the stranger’s location “There’s something wrong with the doors.” The spray beat him with no mercy.
“Don’t call me sir. I work for a living.” A hefty chuckle followed his sentence as Mather got hold of the handle and turned it the right way till the spray ended. “Is your altogether all together?”
“What?” Mather ran his hand over his sopping face.
“Are you hurt?”
“No, but—” Mather started, but he cut off the rest of his answer when a heavy hand touched his chest.
“No butts, huh?” The stranger laughed. “Wow.”
As shivers and water raced down his spine, Mather stood like a statue. His own hand shot out from the wave of dizziness, connecting with warm, dry fingers. This could be fear. Or it could be cold. He could have stood too fast.
His heart raced and his hands tingled.
No. Mather wasn’t scared of this stranger. He was merely terrified this man, this rescuer, would leave.
“Please,” Mather whispered. “I need to know you’re here.” At least, he would die with someone.
“Hey.” The owner of the meaty hand slipped his palm to Mather’s shoulder and squeezed. “I’m here.” The calm tone seeped into Mather’s bones. “I’m here.”
Just as Mather exhaled his tension, a loud boom jolted his insides. His stomach dropped to his wet sneakers. The stranger tossed his body toward him with a cussword and an oomph. Mather was pinned. Shaking, he dipped his head into the hard male chest. He embraced the huge muscled frame. Fear seized his whole body. He didn’t even care if hiding under this stranger was childish.
“I’m here.” Again, that husky, reassuring tone chased the fear from Mather’s brain. “It’s you and me against the world.”
“Thank you.” Mather’s lips lifted in answer to the teasing. How did this man make him relax in such a dire situation?
As fast as he was enveloped by the rock-hard flesh, the human shield was gone. Tossing out his arms and finding nothing made the fear edge closer.
“Sir?” Slowly, Mather came to his feet and reached into the darkness. “Sir?”
“I was looking around.” A warm steady hand palmed Mather’s chest.
“Looking around?” In the dark void, strong fingers dug into Mather’s hand. “Are you gifted? I’ve heard about this woman who can see in the dark. Her name is Karma Something. She’s famous. Can you do that?”
“Wow.” There was that upbeat chuckle again. “Really hoped for that, didn’t you?” The stranger’s hand stayed firmly in his. Even if Mather was slightly annoyed at this person’s overly confident attitude, he was happy to have him. “No, I can’t see in the dark. I know the layout of the locker room. I’m sizing up the vent. I’m going to walk away.”
“Sir?” While he mentally kicked himself for his weakness, Mather clung to the thick fingers. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry.” There was a pause. “Unless…” There was another pause. “You know anything about this cave-in.”
Mather expected a chuckle. When the laugh didn’t come, he realized that the stranger wasn’t making another joke.
“Why would I know anything about this?” Irritation dropped over his face. “I just live and work here. I’m a surgeon.”
“Wow, I got under your skin.” There was a quick squeeze to Mather’s fingers. “I believe you. You work here.”
“Yes.” Mather exhaled his annoyance.
“Well, if you’re sorry that you’re holding my hand, it’s okay you’re scared.”
“Aren’t you scared?” Mather asked. “We’re buried alive.” With his other hand, Mather wiped at a tear that streaked down his cheek. “This isn’t how I thought I’d die. Alone and buried on Sky Serum Holiday.”
“Did you want to be buried on a different holiday?” the deep voice snickered.
“No,” Mather huffed. “I mean that I have no one. I’ve one friend and my ma. That’s my whole life.” His voice clogged with tears, and he coughed to keep from making a fool of himself. “I never thought this would be my last day alive.” This man would think he was a child and not a thirty-five-year-old accomplished doctor if he didn’t get his emotions under control. He took a steadying breath. “Sorry. I’m normally good under pressure. I guess facing death has a way of making a grown man cry.”
“I’m not scared of anything.” His rescuer brushed closer to him. “And you’re not alone. I’m here. Don’t be sorry.” The stranger’s hand traveled from Mather’s fingers to his arm. A sturdy grip warmed him. “This won’t be your last day alive. I’ll get you home for some fun Sky Serum festivities.”
“I’ll get us out faster than you can call me Jackrabbit.”
“Jackrabbit,” Mather quipped as a smile spread across his mouth. He didn’t know where the happiness came from, but the feeling surged inside of him. This man’s good humor rubbed off on him. “But we’re still in here.”
“Wow, smart-ass.” The stranger’s fingers intertwined with Mather’s. “Okay, if you’re not going to let go, then you’ll have to follow me.”
Mather nodded and then realized that was pointless. “Where are we going, sir?”
“Do you have a suggestion? Or did you want to keep groping the shower nozzle?”
“Groping? Geeze. My coat got caught on the handle.” Mather absently ran his free hand through his wet hair.
“I wish I’d seen that nail you in the face.”
The other man’s smile was so loud, Mather could hear the smirk. An answering grin twitched his lips. The way this person talked, like the whole world was a joke, made Mather trust him. His devil-may-care attitude buoyed him. That light, airy feeling lifted him like weights had been removed. Maybe this situation would work out as long as they stayed together.
The other man tugged on his arm, and Mather walked through the darkness. Mather’s shoulder bumped a locker with a clang, and he fell forward. The awkward stumble forced him to spread both hands across the man’s back to save himself from hitting the floor. His fingers slid on thick corded muscles under a shirt covered in goo.
“Is this mud?”
“It’s my beauty routine.” There was a snort. “I’m going to open these lockers and see if I can find a flashlight. Mine’s busted.”
“They’re locked.” Mather removed his hands from the muddy back and rubbed his dirty palms on his pant leg. “I’ve tried that.”
“How long have you been in here?”
“Long enough to eat snowmen cookies, reevaluate my life, and cry like a five-year-old.”
“And to take a shower.”
“And take a shower.” Mather set his palm on the other man’s back as his lips tipped up at the corners.
Jingling, muttered swear words, and metal grinding on metal cut into his thoughts. Mather pulled his hands away from the broad back.
“Hold this.” His rescuer grabbed Mather’s hand. A cold metal bar was placed in his palm. “And this.” A soft towel was shoved into his arms next. “Use it.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Stop calling me sir.”
“I don’t know your name. Unless I really should call you Jackrabbit. If your last name is Rabbit and your parents named you Jack, they have a bizarre sense of humor.”
“My parents are a real comedy act. My brothers are Bunny and Hoppity.”
“Jack Rabbit isn’t the oddest name I’ve ever heard,” Mather muttered as he toweled his face. “But it’s up there.”
While Mather dried his arms, Jack must’ve walked away. After Mather juggled the crowbar and the towel, he threw out his hand. He hit nothing but air. Further away, metal tinkled.
“Are you opening all the lockers?”
“Only as many as I need.” There was a quick flash. “We have ourselves a smoker.”
The flicker of a tiny flame from a small hand-lighter wavered in front of the shadow of a solidly built man. The guy was easily two hundred pounds of pure muscle. There wasn’t a lot of Jack that Mather could make out other than his size. Shuffling closer, Mather worked to get a better look at his rescuer. Jack handed the mini light to Mather.
“Hold this next to the doors.”
Lock after lock, they stepped down the aisle. Mather noticed four things about the man next to him. The first thing was that Jack only used one hand to open the latches. Second, the stranger was younger than Mather had first guessed. Twenty maybe. His savior was caked with mud, and his hair was black and slicked back. Third, this guy was all power and strength, almost in a frightening way. He wasn’t tall, a little shorter than Mather, but he was built like one of the cement columns in the Northern Earth Dens.
The fourth was Jack had never asked Mather his name. With a shake of his head, it dawned on him that he hadn’t introduced himself either.
“Top-notch equipment.” Jack’s jet-black eyes jumped to Mather’s across the flame. With a poof, his protector blew out the lighter.
“Why did you do that?” Frantically, Mather swept his thumb over the tiny wheel to start the flame again.
“We don’t need it.” A bright yellow glow illumined the space between them. “Normally, I’m faster than this.”
For the first time, Mather and Jack stared at each other’s faces.
C.M. Moore is a retired soldier, and a romantic at heart. After being blown up in Afghanistan and receiving a purple heart, he began writing with his wife.
Connor’s first book 1:05 am is a mixture of love, sex, and action.
Today if you are looking for Connor, you can find him volunteering with veteran organizations, and harassing his military buddies. You can also find him attempting to “hunt” in the woods and ponds of Minnesota. In the event you find him in the woods, don’t be scared, he can’t hit anything.
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This is not a How-to article but more of a recollection. So if you're looking on information on how to take your writing from a hobby to a career, I can only give you my own thoughts and experiences. Plus, how you go from hobby to career would be your own story. One that you have to figure out. Much like life. It's a journey.
But that doesn't mean you don't have comrades in arms. Consider me and my story context to give to your own experiences.
This entry is also part celebration because I have to remind myself about my own accomplishments before I condemn myself to the goals I haven't made. So here's a slideshow of victories:
See... I have written stuff!
Unfortunately, I cannot add the 50 novels and novellas I did as a ghost writer for clients because, them's the rules. Plus side, if I ever needed money, I know I have the chops and could rely on this talent to win contracts and write more stories if the need arises.
But I found out something about myself along the way while ghost writing.
I need recognition.
Writing stories for others is okay, but then I have to let those stories go and some of them were amazing and made me wish I hadn't given them away. (Ha! "give them away" is a bit of a parody. I sold them to people who know how to market and make them a comfortable amount of money for the price I extracted).
I wanted to publish certain stories I'd ghost written under my name. But, alas...
It wasn't about the money because none of my titles has allowed me to build my house from gold bricks so...
It's about the recognition so to speak.
And then... I fell in love.
I realized the m/m romance genre was something that I not only loved to read but also write. So I changed gears, and wrote "Seducing Sensei" my love letter to yaoi, m/m, boys love and all the other genres you want to name same sex relationships under. And then I wanted to write more. So I did.
Don't get me wrong, I still love to write m/f stories too, but I write what makes sense to the story not what is going to be meshed within a genre.
But there's an issue with writing "what I want."
Readers aren't all that forgiving.
They want XX genre (a specific category) and expect an author to be in that genre. So how can I assume that MY readers would be okay with everything romance under the sun?
So my m/f will be with the Penn Scripter pen name and my m/m will be with my S.N.McKibben pen name. When did this become an ad for my new pen name?
There are reasons why I did what I did but everything is a bit backwards.
Then there's the tricky part of actually writing.
The thing is, I have written. I have been writing. I have stories. I have stories that are ready for copy editing. Stories that are ready to publish. Stories in the making. Stories in the revision process. Stories I've started, and ideas I have for future ones.
I've even had beta readers look at some of the stories I've started and I've edited those wonderful stories with their help.
There's two stories (one m/m and one m/f) that are being written right now. (Okay not right─right now because, right now I'm writing a blog. But you can bet that if you're reading this, I'm working on those stories)
So... why haven't those that are ready been published yet?
It has to do with my relationship with money and this other thing I learned about myself.
I don't like spending money on myself.
I have a wardrobe that is 5 years old. I keep a lot of clothes and don't buy new ones. I don't travel, I don't go places, I don't purchase things I want, like or even must have, all because "I don't need to spend the money".
I don't need stuff, but I do buy some groceries specifically for me. Like mini-cokes and Frappuccino's. I even added trail mix to the list of things only for me. Otherwise it's all about what the family needs, wants and desires. Fuck what I want 'cause I look at "things" and go, meh. I lived without it yesterday, why do I need it today?
But there is one indulgence that I invest in.
I don't have paintings or posters or physical items of art. I have commissioned pieces of... my game characters.
Yep. I'm a geek and you can suck my big nerd dick because I love the people I play with and their characters. My GM is amazing and he does everything he can to give us a phenomenal experience.
It's awesome when he makes twists and turns that I can't see coming. Sometimes he does, sometimes it's predictable but it's never boring.
And the people I play with are some of the most understanding, chill gamers I've ever played with.
In the future, you will be seeing art of our characters and the stories that go along with them.
But back to from hobby to career...
How I Found a (Potential) Career from My Hobby
Another thing about me... I love anime, cartoons, animation, comics and all those mediums of art. But I can't draw worth a damn. Nor do I really want to distract from writing. I want to make stories. I want to tell stories. I want to show everyone how they can be excellent to each other. But I think I can market someone else's art better than I can market my own writing.
Ana has been my illustrator for the past year. She's good, like really good! In fact, let me introduce her by way of her work.
She made everything except for the ship on the right but I have no doubts about her ability.
Now, I've had other illustrators before. All of them excellent! But Ana is special. Not only does she have talent, but she's reliable. She's a unicorn among a sea of illustrators because she's consistent.
Week after week she gives me the hours and progressions I need.
This is the kind of person you want on your team.
Without her, I'd think about illustrating larger projects. Projects like, putting a book in webtoon form.
So I asked her if she was willing to do an online comic with me, and...
I don't know when.
But I know the project and the plan.
When we finish with the current role-playing characters for our Dresden game, we'll start this webtoon project!
Which will take my hobby of commissioning illustrations from my RP game, and repurposing my stories already told into visual art form. If I come away with nothing else, I'll have a webtoon of my favorite books!
Wish me the best!
Goodbye, but not good riddance.
2020 was a successful year for me. Mostly because I'm old enough to have survived spinal meningitis, an emergency Cvac and generally being some freak-show of science and doctor astonishment just by being alive and functional.
Much of it has to do with attitude as I've explained in my post about Staying Positive During Hard Times - 2020 Version.
There are always going to be people who (fill in the blank here).
When people lose the ability to use cognitive reason, they lose their humanity. Fear and hope are the two halves of existence. You could say that when people zig I zag, but that's not it either.
There's a hope gene in the core of my DNA. No naysayer will ever be able to beat, gaslight or convince me that fear is the way. That we've found the black death virus because I know what that looks like and it's more WWII battlefield than 1960's civil unrest.
Or maybe fear has been burned out of me. I do know that my cognitive reason has made me an outcast. I'm unable to react the way people expect and it freaks them out. My emotional control comes from reflection, needing to understand myself and others and a curiosity of phycology.
But what does this have to do with 2020 and a new year?
Some are predicting that 2021 is going to be worse.
Depending on your opinion, I think the only thing worse is if we were all 6 feet under. Taking the good with the bad sometimes means understanding that everything has a cycle.
Like Dire Straights sings, "Why worry? There should be laughter after pain. There should be sunshine after rain. So why worry, now?"
Until Next Year...
After 250 years on ice, a prisoner returns to life in a new body with one chance to win his freedom: by solving a mind-bending murder.
Altered Carbon is an American cyberpunk television series created by Laeta Kalogridis and based on the 2002 novel of the same title by English author Richard K. Morgan.
In a world where consciousness can be transferred to different bodies, Takeshi Kovacs, a former soldier turned investigator, must solve a murder.
The first season consists of ten episodes and premiered on Netflix on February 2, 2018. On July 27, 2018, the series was renewed for a second season of eight episodes, which was released on February 27, 2020, with an anime film set before the first season released on March 19, 2020. Though the series received generally positive reviews, it was canceled after two seasons.
So... a book, a series and then an animated series? I "get" a book, a movie and a series, but an animated series that goes over the first live action series makes me think money grab.
But maybe not.
I'm all in for:
But this just seems like they are trying to bank on everything and everything they can.
Reaching all different types of formats is okay... if the previous versions were successful. Why not spread it to as many versions as people want. It just seems that hashing the same thing over and over is exhausting.
Then again, tv series get canceled for no apparent reason to mass viewers.
Maybe, if the animated series was announced after the first season of the live action and before the cancelation after the second season, I'd think, okay, they are just going for a different medium so they can finish the story.
But that's not the case, and I'm *squirrel*─ing again and this has nothing to do with the story.
There is some grumblings about season 2 not being up to snuff from season 1 and I get what they are saying, but I have my own thoughts on that too.
Cast of Characters
Normally, I have the names and explanations of each character, but I found these and they explain the characters perfectly... I'm just giving you the short version of their role in the story.
The entire cast and crew can be found here:
Quellcrist Falconer - Inspirational Leader (that started it all)
Takeshi Kovacs - Main Character/Investigator
Kristin Ortega - Investigator/Fake Antagonist
Laurens Bancroft - Client
Miriam Bancroft - Supporting Character
Poe - Ally
Reileen Kawahara - Antagonist
Vernon Elliot - Ally
Lizzie Elliot - Ally
This unique blend of cyber punk dystopia thriller has a classic and unique take on the future.
I've been introduced to a new genre called Transhumanism. Transhumanism is based on the premise that the human species in its current form is not the end of our development but rather a comparatively early phase.
Plainly said, humans will advance technology to the point that we will learn how to live forever.
Altered Carbon addresses the conflicts, ideas, and benefits of Transhumanism. It touches on points of Space Colonization, Artificial Intelligence, and the potential of living forever expressed with the technological optimism of an entitled teenager.
It's has me thinking and researching more about transhumanism and where not just the genre could go, but how feasible it is to take the next evolutionary step in our lifetime.
There are some things I find unrelatable or down right implausible with Altered Carbon's themes.
Such as wide access.
It's easy to think that only the super rich has access to things, but the super rich is only 1% of the entire population. There is more money within the middle class because of numbers. According to Investopedia, 52% of the population is middle class.
Now, you can certainly make a living off of selling to the 1%. But ask yourself, how did the 1% get there?
Think about this... 52% is higher than 1%, right?
Technology has always been available to the masses because its more profitable.
Only the super Elite in Altered Carbon are able to be post-human because of the currency value of a body. Which, in RL is about $160 (according to CounterPulse.)
What the fuck happened to the economy and inflation that $160 is too expensive for all the material of a body? Seriously, I would expect bodies available for "sleeving" to be like a smart phone. Even the ultra poor in third world countries have fucking smartphones.
I mean, fuck, we can duplicate dogs for $50K. I can't even get a house for that but I can have fluffy live forever for that much. If Amazon can store meat in stadium sized freeze lockers, we can store human bodies.
While in Altered Carbon you can get a "sleeve", it makes no sense that the posthuman realm can only be explored by a few elite (or that's what is implied).
The full realization of the core transhumanist value requires everyone should have the opportunity to become posthuman. It would be sub-optimal if the opportunity to become posthuman were restricted to a tiny 1%.
And while ya'll think that everyone out there is a bad person and looking out only for themselves, I see a fuck-ton of star-gazers that want to heal the world. When they get out there and realize it's not the planet, but humans that need saving, they will work on the transhuman issue.
This Nick Bostrom dude that has a PhD says it way better than me and you can find his words here: https://www.nickbostrom.com/ethics/values.html
No only is wide access the ethical, humane, and economically viable solution, there are other reasons supporting everyone being able to live forever:
The wide access requirement underlies the moral urgency of the transhumanist vision. Wide access does not argue for holding back. On the contrary, other things being equal, it is an argument for moving forward as quickly as possible. 150,000 human beings on our planet die every day, without having had any access to the anticipated enhancement technologies that will make it possible to become posthuman. The sooner this technology develops, the fewer people will have died without access.
Consider a hypothetical case in which there is a choice between allowing the current human population to continue to exist, and having it instantaneously and painlessly killed and replaced by six billion new human beings who are very similar but non-identical to the people that exist today.
All that experience, all that knowledge, all that these people have to contribute─gone.
Such a replacement ought to be strongly resisted on moral grounds, for it would entail the involuntary death of six billion people. The fact that they would be replaced by six billion newly created similar people does not make the substitution acceptable.
Human beings are not disposable.
For analogous reasons, it is important that the opportunity to become posthuman is made available to as many humans as possible, rather than having the existing population merely supplemented (or worse, replaced) by a new set of posthuman people.
The transhumanist ideal will be maximally realized only if the benefits of technologies are widely shared and if they are made available as soon as possible, preferably within our lifetime.
Does that sound like a dude that just wants money or the uber elite to have access to foreverness? Go ahead, I dare you to say "yes". Just look at this:
TABLE OF TRANSHMANIST VALUES
Smart people are already working on you and I living for a long damn time. They aren't going to restrict access. In fact, it wouldn't help anyone to restrict access or have too much of a financial barrier because (case in point) if technology was too expensive for most people then nobody would have an iphone. Besides, Elon Musk only being able to talk on his smart phone to Jeff Bezos, Bill Gates and Warren Buffet might get boring.
But for why am I harping on this?
Because I am tired of people bitching about their slow internet (myself included) and pissing all over technology. We wouldn't be able to say screw you Covid if it weren't for guys trying to improve technology.
Enough about that though, I have a question.
If we are just animals to begin with, and our needs and wants are still basically food, water and shelter, then how will society and human enlightenment benefit from living forever?
Or will we become deranged and perverted like how the meth's are in Altered Carbon?
Some believe our involvement in society will change, morph and become MORE involved with each other. Maybe not in like my neighbor knows what time I get up in the morning but supportive on a global scale. Check out this article.
As if we will become one with what I call THE ALL. THE ALL is what I believe is where thought is collected.
I'm gonna get deep here but I need to if I'm going to explain this right.
THE ALL is where everyone's thought is collected. If you need to think of it as a cloud of thought─then there's your visualization.
THE ALL is how we are connected. It goes into the 100 Monkeys phenomenon. Where 100 Monkeys learn to wash their hands and then monkeys across the world, with no contact with each other, start washing their hands. That thought had to come from somewhere. The somewhere is the unconscious consciousness of THE ALL.
So now that I've gone off on a tangent (...squirel) it makes sense (or maybe I've just confused you) that we would experience empathy on a global scale. We would experience others adventures, horrors, sadness, hope and life through VR, computers and technology.
But can we evolve with our needs still as what they are?
We've become domesticated animals with our homes, medicine, abundance─even our worries are not where our next meal will come from (for most of us) and more about what next to watch, what to write about, what next to ponder upon. We might become even more fluffy bunny (more domesticated? How does that happen?) if death is no longer on the line as a consequence.
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I have spoken of Penn Scripter before and here is where I reveal all!
To answer the question, WHO IS PENN SSCRIPTER?
The short of it is simply Penn Scripter is the mother-daughter writing team of unexpected paranormal romance.
Here's the Long of it
Penn Scripter is the nom de plume for the writing team of S.N. and Carol McKibben. This mother-daughter combo writes unexpected paranormal romance. Separately, they each have a healthy list of novels.
S.N. McKibben dirty stories revolving around social taboos, none of which is for the weak of heart. Some of the material is adult, strong language and opinions, and, yes, sex. Among her titles you’ll find: Cougar Bait in the Coffee Shop; The Demon Inside Me; Dr. Vampyre; The Spoils of Allsveil; and Escape to Vampire Dam.
Carol McKibben is known as “the author who writes from a dog’s eyes.” Her love of animals, especially dogs and horses, is obvious in everything she writes. Unconditional love is the theme that runs through all her books, which to date have been narrated by dogs or wolves. Her books include award-winning Luke’s Tale – A Story of Unconditional Love; Snow Blood Seasons 1-5 - A Vampire Mystery Thriller Series; Moon Blood Books 1-5 – The First Blood Son Series; and Kane – The First Blood Son Prequel, some of which may be surprising love stories.
The two authors have combined their talents and interests to produce unexpected paranormal romance that will include fantasy, mythology, paranormal, dogs and horses, relationships, unusual circumstances, and, of course, romance.
Current projects include a fantasy novel entitled, Triad, and a contemporary paranormal romance, The Transformation of Charlie.
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The Faces Behind the Name
That's me on the right and my mom on the left.
Carol McKibben is an animal rescuer and momma to several breeds of dogs including Huskies, Labrador Retrievers, and a German Short-Haired Pointer. She's also one half of Penn Scripter, the mother/daughter writing team of Carol & Stephanie McKibben. Each bring their own flavor to the paranormal stories they write together. With their combined powers limitless possibilities abound! While both love paranormal, Stephanie brings romance, and Carol brings the unexpected. Sound like your kind of read? Get your free excerpt of The Demon of Reginhart here:
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5 Fun Facts You Didn't Know About Us
1. Penn Scripter is a mother/daughter team writing unexpected paranormal romance.
2. Penn Scripter does not write light and fluffy stories.
3. Expect the unexpected in every story Penn Scripter writes.
4. Penn Scripter is the pseudonym for the combined efforts of two writers that love paranormal.
5. Both authors of the Penn Scripter nom de plume are involved in dog rescue.
The Latest Update
Our debut is going to be The Demon of Reginhart that will be released Winter 2020. We have not set a date as of yet, but it will be in early December. Hence, why I'm teasing it now!
Speaking of... here is a book trailer for The Demon of Reginhart!
The Demon of Reginhart
After years of relentless battle, a pact between an unyielding mage and the demon that would possess him created Marcus, a personality with his own mind and body who encases them all.
But the demon within is not willing to curb its blood lust. After Marcus attempts to restrain the demon and fails, an army is sent to destroy Marcus. Upon their meeting, the king of Benicar presses Marcus for a truce and convinces him to serve under his banner in a war between nations.
Dispatched to another town Marcus finds Platt, a beautiful farm girl with a mysterious gift he believes could bring true peace between the mage and the demon inside of him. But soon after he settles in the town of Reginhart his neat and tidy world becomes unraveled.
This excerpt is the first look of The Demon of Reginhart only for those truly interested! See you on the other side!
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