Made in DNA's Blog, page 3
May 19, 2018
Screaming Metal (Part 002)
– 587 years later –"Well... I've lost it." Deshel's voice was a mix of disappointment and apology.
"What do you mean you lost it?" Priyanka turned and ducked under a bank of ceiling-bound monitors and equipment.
"I mean, it's gone. I had a positive ping and the field was narrowing…" He shook his head and shrugged.
"How close?" Priyanka leaned over the tall man's shoulder to get a better look at his virtual console.
In the dark, cramped command module of the Alley Cat, it cast a soft, light-blue glow over the both their countenances.
"Probably not more than a 500-yard area." He looked up and back at her. She was so physically close that they were breathing the same air.
She bit back a comment. 500 yards? That was a hell of a lot of scrapdiving. She squeezed her eyes shut.
Deshel immediately recognized the look of consternation on his boss' face. "Give me some time and I can recalibrate… maybe even–"
With a deep breath, she pulled back and returned to her own crash lounge, "Alright then, what about visual recognition?"
Pulling up a 3D holo-schematic of Il'on, Priyanka spun the figure in multiple directions. "Let's bring the recognition software online."
Deshel frowned. "You sure you want to tie up the processors like that? That software's a real hog."
No, of course she didn't want to, but the info they'd received on the location of the Metal's braincore was outdated, incomplete, or wrong.
Their options were limited, their time to complete this job even more so. So what choice did they have?
The best thing they could do now was to let software scan every piece of junk in the immediate area and try a data match.
The sooner they got started, the better.
"Well, if you'd prefer to jump out and eyeball it yourself, I'll print you a hard copy of the schematic, and you can take Suen with you."
"Hard pass," Suen's voice rose up from her position on the other side of the command module where she was buried in electronics and light.
Priyanka cocked her head to the side as if to ask, well? Deshel put his hands up and said nothing more.
"Suen, I'm going to prioritize perimeter sweeps, though. We don't need any surprises." Priyanka punched up commands on her own console.
"Appreciated." The smaller woman replied. Let me know if you need the extra power though.
"That bone we threw the Scrap Dogs has them fairly preoccupied. I don't think we need worry about them for a while yet."
Not long after their arrival, they had had to play dead when a Scrap Dog patrol detected their drive signature.
Wandering over, the patrol had sniffed at them for several hours until Suen fired off a controlled meta-particle beam, and they gave chase.
The Dogs were automated policing units – dumbots – set up by the Settlement Commission, along with the planet.
Galaxy-wide, wherever settlement-viable planets were found, the Commission prepped them.
Interested parties signed agreements, made payments, and launched themselves toward their new lives.
Upon planetfall, settlers found various automated machines already hard at work readying the planet for them; Scrap Dogs included.
The Dogs acted to patrol and protect the junkyards against illegal dumping, as well as monitor for contamination.
For the both the Commission and the settlers, it was investment insurance; good for the first several hundred years after planetfall.
Currently, Shake Hands had about 700 years of non-burnable, non-recyclable junk heaped in a 50km square landfill.
It was a huge fill for such a low-tech settlement, especially one that prided itself on its isolationist policies.
Moreover, one so young. The Shake Hands settlement was only just over 120 or so years old.
How they had accumulated so much trash in such a short time was beyond Priyanka. Were they importing it?
Some planets pulled in extra income that way. Was Shake Hands? She didn't know. Still, there was no denying the mountains of it around them.
May 18, 2018
Screaming Metal (Part 001)
©2017, Made in DNA
The slam and crunch of alien-woven metal echoed in the thick, morning fog that hung over the valley as the two goliaths collided.
Squawks of digital rage shredded innumerable open commfreqs, bearing witness to the eons of ferocity between two sentient machines.
Eager to disable and destroy, licks and flashes of weaponsfire lashed out – perforating armor, damaging systems, seeking critical points.
Mini-missiles punched and rocked, unleashing varied lethalities, from the explosive to swarms of nanobugs intent on feasting.
A burster charge crackled through the fog, dispersing it, giving Forjoen a clear view of its wounded foe.
Two more at close range cracked Il'on's drive system, sending a plume of acrid smoke billowing upward.
"471.927 years, Il'on."
Forjoen's towering 10-meter, insectoid frame hunched with ominous purpose over its Metal foe.
Elongated and grossly organic, it contrasted Il'on's own boxy, functional frame, lending it both menace and repellence.
Hovering at a slight distance, Forjoen circled Il'on, systematically destroying the warmachine's massive omnidirectional sphere-wheels.
The attacks pierced and stung the already-limping Il'on, further immobilizing with each shot, until finally the Metal was unable to move.
Forjoen scanned to ensure it had Il'on truly at its mercy before stopping at the precise section it knew Il'on's braincore was housed.
A weak buzz issued from one of the numerous open maws that pockmarked Forjoen's upper torso.
The sound steadily grew to a shriek whereupon a thin green line spit forth, penetrating deeply into Il'on's frame.
The fallen Metal shuddered and squawk-screamed in a fit of fear-rage as pieces of its body were shorn off and systems obliterated.
Il'on had engaged Forjoen on countless occasions and dozens of planets. But never had it been so close to destruction as it was now.
One by one, sections of its body winked out of existence; the connections irrevocably severed.
Heretofore unexperienced fear enveloped its mind with each loss, and its self-evaluated survival-probability ratio dropped with each moment.
Key among its barrage of lightspeed thoughts: what would Forjoen do once it had its mind? Crush it? Keep it? Strand it? Format it? Reset it?
The possibilities were myriad. In a blind panic, the crippled A.I. tried to engage its drive, weapons… any system at all that would respond.
No avail. It was helpless. Forjoen had left nothing to chance this time.
As if its age-old enemy were reading Il'on's circuitry, Forjoen spoke, "You forced me to chase you across seven systems...
"But, no more." Forjoen scanned purloined schematics obtained from a hacked Lim database.
From a panel along its torso, a whirling saw extended forth, slicing into Il'on's woven-metal armor.
A second, tri-fingered arm peeled back Il'on's skin, exposing its brain housing and core.
With unerring precision and brutality, Forjoen sliced through the physical locking systems that held Il'on's mind in place.
"It ends here." The saw turned to sever the last of the connections tying Il'on's braincore to its body.
Il'on ran through every single circuit and gear still left to it, seeking any measure whatsoever to extract itself from its foe's grip.
But Forjoen's dominance over it was complete.
Or so it thought until its mind raced through the last of its seemingly impotent subfunctions revealing a single option.
In a last-ditch effort, Il'on engaged a sample-collector arm, which shot out to grapple with the hungry saw.
A quick, frenzied struggle ensued, ending with Forjoen watching in analytical silence as its own arm snapped…
and fell directly onto Il'on's now-exposed braincore.
Sparks and explosions followed as the saw, connected only by loose wiring, ricocheted uncontrollably, mercilessly lacerating it.
The giant warmachine's mind shuddered as its higher functions splintered into isolated programming architectures.
Enmity welled in Forjoen's kernel…
So close.
It cursed and recklessly spit lasers from multiple maws in thoughtless retaliation.
For 3.067 seconds before a final shot took out the capability, Il'on broadcast its brainmap over a thousand commfreqs.
The slam and crunch of alien-woven metal echoed in the thick, morning fog that hung over the valley as the two goliaths collided.
Squawks of digital rage shredded innumerable open commfreqs, bearing witness to the eons of ferocity between two sentient machines.
Eager to disable and destroy, licks and flashes of weaponsfire lashed out – perforating armor, damaging systems, seeking critical points.
Mini-missiles punched and rocked, unleashing varied lethalities, from the explosive to swarms of nanobugs intent on feasting.
A burster charge crackled through the fog, dispersing it, giving Forjoen a clear view of its wounded foe.
Two more at close range cracked Il'on's drive system, sending a plume of acrid smoke billowing upward.
"471.927 years, Il'on."
Forjoen's towering 10-meter, insectoid frame hunched with ominous purpose over its Metal foe.
Elongated and grossly organic, it contrasted Il'on's own boxy, functional frame, lending it both menace and repellence.
Hovering at a slight distance, Forjoen circled Il'on, systematically destroying the warmachine's massive omnidirectional sphere-wheels.
The attacks pierced and stung the already-limping Il'on, further immobilizing with each shot, until finally the Metal was unable to move.
Forjoen scanned to ensure it had Il'on truly at its mercy before stopping at the precise section it knew Il'on's braincore was housed.
A weak buzz issued from one of the numerous open maws that pockmarked Forjoen's upper torso.
The sound steadily grew to a shriek whereupon a thin green line spit forth, penetrating deeply into Il'on's frame.
The fallen Metal shuddered and squawk-screamed in a fit of fear-rage as pieces of its body were shorn off and systems obliterated.
Il'on had engaged Forjoen on countless occasions and dozens of planets. But never had it been so close to destruction as it was now.
One by one, sections of its body winked out of existence; the connections irrevocably severed.
Heretofore unexperienced fear enveloped its mind with each loss, and its self-evaluated survival-probability ratio dropped with each moment.
Key among its barrage of lightspeed thoughts: what would Forjoen do once it had its mind? Crush it? Keep it? Strand it? Format it? Reset it?
The possibilities were myriad. In a blind panic, the crippled A.I. tried to engage its drive, weapons… any system at all that would respond.
No avail. It was helpless. Forjoen had left nothing to chance this time.
As if its age-old enemy were reading Il'on's circuitry, Forjoen spoke, "You forced me to chase you across seven systems...
"But, no more." Forjoen scanned purloined schematics obtained from a hacked Lim database.
From a panel along its torso, a whirling saw extended forth, slicing into Il'on's woven-metal armor.
A second, tri-fingered arm peeled back Il'on's skin, exposing its brain housing and core.
With unerring precision and brutality, Forjoen sliced through the physical locking systems that held Il'on's mind in place.
"It ends here." The saw turned to sever the last of the connections tying Il'on's braincore to its body.
Il'on ran through every single circuit and gear still left to it, seeking any measure whatsoever to extract itself from its foe's grip.
But Forjoen's dominance over it was complete.
Or so it thought until its mind raced through the last of its seemingly impotent subfunctions revealing a single option.
In a last-ditch effort, Il'on engaged a sample-collector arm, which shot out to grapple with the hungry saw.
A quick, frenzied struggle ensued, ending with Forjoen watching in analytical silence as its own arm snapped…
and fell directly onto Il'on's now-exposed braincore.
Sparks and explosions followed as the saw, connected only by loose wiring, ricocheted uncontrollably, mercilessly lacerating it.
The giant warmachine's mind shuddered as its higher functions splintered into isolated programming architectures.
Enmity welled in Forjoen's kernel…
So close.
It cursed and recklessly spit lasers from multiple maws in thoughtless retaliation.
For 3.067 seconds before a final shot took out the capability, Il'on broadcast its brainmap over a thousand commfreqs.
New Work: Screaming Metal
Starting this week, I'll be posting a new part to a serial I've been working on for a while. This new work is rated completely safe for work, and while I do not consider it to be Young Adult work, it will, hopefully, appeal to a larger audience.
Themes include MECHA, ROBOT, ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE, TRANSHUMANISM, etc. Fans of work such as Saberhagen's Berserker series, Kobayashi's Dragon's Heaven, Macross, Gundam, L-Gaim, Dunbine, Votoms and Bubblegum Crisis will enjoy the work. But no familiarity with any of the above titles is required. This is not fanfic. It is original, professionally edited work.
Set in a far-flung universe, and revolving around sentient AI mecha of mysterious alien origin called Metals, "Screaming Metal" is a standalone story -- the first in a series called Metal Fiction.
On the distant Luddite world of Shake Hands, Priyanka and her crew -- Deshel and Suen -- seek to extract the the braincore of a Metal supposedly buried deep within a centuries-old junkyand. What they don't know is that they are not alone in their search, and are soon at odds with the planet locals and other unknown forces.
High adventure, space opera and mecha action.
Themes include MECHA, ROBOT, ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE, TRANSHUMANISM, etc. Fans of work such as Saberhagen's Berserker series, Kobayashi's Dragon's Heaven, Macross, Gundam, L-Gaim, Dunbine, Votoms and Bubblegum Crisis will enjoy the work. But no familiarity with any of the above titles is required. This is not fanfic. It is original, professionally edited work.
Set in a far-flung universe, and revolving around sentient AI mecha of mysterious alien origin called Metals, "Screaming Metal" is a standalone story -- the first in a series called Metal Fiction.
On the distant Luddite world of Shake Hands, Priyanka and her crew -- Deshel and Suen -- seek to extract the the braincore of a Metal supposedly buried deep within a centuries-old junkyand. What they don't know is that they are not alone in their search, and are soon at odds with the planet locals and other unknown forces.
High adventure, space opera and mecha action.
January 14, 2016
Strange Sex 3!
Strange Sex 3 is out! The wildly risque book from New Kink Books is available in ebook (Kindle) and TPB (trade paperback) formats. View the complete list of mad men and women who contributed to this raunchy rampage on Arthur Graham's blog here: http://bit.ly/agssex3
(Because I don't want to steal the thunder of a fine gent who has already taken the time to post.)
Links to the books at the bottom!
(Because I don't want to steal the thunder of a fine gent who has already taken the time to post.)
Links to the books at the bottom!
July 15, 2014
eBook Bundle: 5 eBooks for $5
In an effort to spread the word far and wide about sexpunk (sci-fi sexploitation), I'm running a 2-month campaign (until 8/17) at IndieGogo: 5 ebooks for $5.
The ebooks are all adult in nature, have transhuman, posthuman, cyberpunk and sci-fi themes, and are at least 10,000 words in length.
Several blogs and sites have picked it up: NSFW Gamer and THE WIT AND WEIRDNESS OF AL BRUNO III.
Click here to go to the IndieGogo campaign.
A list of the titles:
Bukkake Brawl >> Mei is an indentured slave in the brawl pits of Yue Fong, a floating city on the lawless seas between major Asian countries. When her little sister Nin is brutally murdered by a midget man-god with a firehose-length extremity, she must rage through savages intent on owning her body to try and exact a revenge. Contains four total works in one volume for a total of 43,000 words.
Full-Metal Orgasm #69001 (plus digital wallpaper of cover) >> An adult eZine of sexploitation fiction. Sexy gynoids, alien lifeforms, sex-starved twins, a sniper in love with his weapon, a demon invasion from another dimension… all this and more. Hardcore sexual themes and situations. Adults only.
Full-Metal Orgasm #69002 (plus digital wallpaper of cover) >> An adult eZine of sexploitation fiction. Terrorist fairy tales, near-immortal aliens, pleasure bot product development, and more. Hardcore sexual themes and situations. Adults only.
Full-Metal Orgasm #69003 (plus digital wallpaper of cover) >> An adult eZine of sexploitation fiction. Jilted computer lovers, assassins, male sexbots, rock stars with bizarre tastes in women, and more. Hardcore sexual themes and situations. Adults only.
Parallactic Orgasm (anthology of 7 stories) >> Set in the far future, this anthology is a collection of technological tales of greed, murder, lust, adventure and sex by sexpunk author Made in DNA. Six original sexpunk short stories with cyberpunk, science fiction, transhuman and post-human elements. Hardcore adult adventures.
The ebooks are all adult in nature, have transhuman, posthuman, cyberpunk and sci-fi themes, and are at least 10,000 words in length.
Several blogs and sites have picked it up: NSFW Gamer and THE WIT AND WEIRDNESS OF AL BRUNO III.
Click here to go to the IndieGogo campaign.
A list of the titles:
Bukkake Brawl >> Mei is an indentured slave in the brawl pits of Yue Fong, a floating city on the lawless seas between major Asian countries. When her little sister Nin is brutally murdered by a midget man-god with a firehose-length extremity, she must rage through savages intent on owning her body to try and exact a revenge. Contains four total works in one volume for a total of 43,000 words.
Full-Metal Orgasm #69001 (plus digital wallpaper of cover) >> An adult eZine of sexploitation fiction. Sexy gynoids, alien lifeforms, sex-starved twins, a sniper in love with his weapon, a demon invasion from another dimension… all this and more. Hardcore sexual themes and situations. Adults only.
Full-Metal Orgasm #69002 (plus digital wallpaper of cover) >> An adult eZine of sexploitation fiction. Terrorist fairy tales, near-immortal aliens, pleasure bot product development, and more. Hardcore sexual themes and situations. Adults only.
Full-Metal Orgasm #69003 (plus digital wallpaper of cover) >> An adult eZine of sexploitation fiction. Jilted computer lovers, assassins, male sexbots, rock stars with bizarre tastes in women, and more. Hardcore sexual themes and situations. Adults only.
Parallactic Orgasm (anthology of 7 stories) >> Set in the far future, this anthology is a collection of technological tales of greed, murder, lust, adventure and sex by sexpunk author Made in DNA. Six original sexpunk short stories with cyberpunk, science fiction, transhuman and post-human elements. Hardcore adult adventures.
January 22, 2012
X-Rated Science Fiction eMagazine Needs Your Support Soon!
Hey gang! A gentle reminder, there is only one month left in the fund-raising campaign for the new eMagazine FULL-METAL ORGASM.
If you enjoy sex, violence, pulp fiction, short stories, starships, aliens, tentacles, robots, gynoids, transhumans, futanari, alternative lifestyles, BDSM or related themes, then FMO is for you!
Publishing on a triannual basis, the eMagazine will bring you the best sex-drenched science fiction from new and veteran authors.
So jump over to the site and pledge as little as a dollar or as much as you like to help support this brand-new, indies publication by yours truly. (See link at bottom.)
Note that you can do so without worry for three reasons: 1) THE SAFE ITSELF IS WORKSAFE! There is no nudity, no adult language. 2) You can support anonymously! The only person who will know is me. 3) You are not 'donating', you get will get fiction by (at least five) different authors for your money. Thanks for your consideration.
Thanks again,
Brent Millis
http://www.indiegogo.com/FMOemag
If you enjoy sex, violence, pulp fiction, short stories, starships, aliens, tentacles, robots, gynoids, transhumans, futanari, alternative lifestyles, BDSM or related themes, then FMO is for you!
Publishing on a triannual basis, the eMagazine will bring you the best sex-drenched science fiction from new and veteran authors.
So jump over to the site and pledge as little as a dollar or as much as you like to help support this brand-new, indies publication by yours truly. (See link at bottom.)
Note that you can do so without worry for three reasons: 1) THE SAFE ITSELF IS WORKSAFE! There is no nudity, no adult language. 2) You can support anonymously! The only person who will know is me. 3) You are not 'donating', you get will get fiction by (at least five) different authors for your money. Thanks for your consideration.
Thanks again,
Brent Millis
http://www.indiegogo.com/FMOemag
November 10, 2011
Full-Metal Orgasm: New X-rated Science Fiction/Cyberpunk eMagazine
There's nothing like the accomplishment of a job well done. I had a great time editing and publishing Kizuna: Fiction for Japan (http://bit.ly/kizunacharity), and now that it is well on its way, I'd like to introduce you all to my next project.
To be honest, I hadn't really planned on editing anything after Kizuna. I wanted get back to writing. But as I was working on KAROUSHI (novella) and "Devastation Maiden" (short story), I was overwhelmed with the urge to publish something else - an eMagazine.
So without too much fanfare here (because I am going to drop some URLs), I would like to introduce you to FULL-METAL ORGASM, an x-rated science fiction/cyberpunk (what I term "sexpunk") fiction eMagazine.
In truth, while I would like to claim to be independently wealthy, I'm not. I need a little help, and I am hoping people like you and your friends will be interested in investing some money (safely/securely) and getting some great deals through IndieGOGO (a fundraising "site" helping indie folks like myself). Even if it's just $5 USD (a little more than a cup of coffee). Please check here:
http://igg.me/p/45872?a=258685&i=...
But I'm not just looking for investments, I'm looking for authors as well. FMO is not a one-shot deal. I want to make this eMagazine a self-supporting tri-annual adult publication. So if you are an author interested in great science fiction, check the following link:
http://sexpunk.tumblr.com/subs
Thanks much for your attention. Please share this post with your friends.
All the best,
Brent
To be honest, I hadn't really planned on editing anything after Kizuna. I wanted get back to writing. But as I was working on KAROUSHI (novella) and "Devastation Maiden" (short story), I was overwhelmed with the urge to publish something else - an eMagazine.
So without too much fanfare here (because I am going to drop some URLs), I would like to introduce you to FULL-METAL ORGASM, an x-rated science fiction/cyberpunk (what I term "sexpunk") fiction eMagazine.
In truth, while I would like to claim to be independently wealthy, I'm not. I need a little help, and I am hoping people like you and your friends will be interested in investing some money (safely/securely) and getting some great deals through IndieGOGO (a fundraising "site" helping indie folks like myself). Even if it's just $5 USD (a little more than a cup of coffee). Please check here:
http://igg.me/p/45872?a=258685&i=...
But I'm not just looking for investments, I'm looking for authors as well. FMO is not a one-shot deal. I want to make this eMagazine a self-supporting tri-annual adult publication. So if you are an author interested in great science fiction, check the following link:
http://sexpunk.tumblr.com/subs
Thanks much for your attention. Please share this post with your friends.
All the best,
Brent
October 12, 2011
Kizuna: Fiction for Japan
If you weren't aware, I am the editor and publisher of Kizuna: Fiction for Japan. I just didn't get to have my name in the authors' section here on GoodReads, so it doesn't show up in my books. Pity.
In any case, please check it out here:
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/12...
In any case, please check it out here:
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/12...
February 1, 2011
On to new books
After finishing BUKKAKE BRAWL last year, I pondered for a few weeks what exactly I wanted to do next. I had a ton of projects I could have started - in fact, I had a project very close to completion (THE BUTT PIRATES OF SKIPSPACE), but for some reason, I went with a new idea that had hit me just a few weeks before the completion of BRAWL.
KAROUSHI.
Karōshi (過労死) is the sudden death of a company employee due to stress-related heart attack or stroke. The original Japanese translates as "death from overwork" or "working one's self to death".-- edited entry from Wikipedia (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karoushi)
Hell of an idea, I thought. And without much prodding, the idea took off. I'm around 17,000 words of a rough draft (with another 7000 or so in notes and half-written scenes that need fleshing out).
KAROUSHI is the story of a man who has given absolutely everything to the company he chose to work for as a young university graduate. In essence, he is the Everyman of the Japanese corporate world.
Twenty-odd years on and he is pushing fifty. Unfortunately, he has started experiencing life-threatening attacks that are not only painful, but physically impair him. To make matters worse, his boss, who started out with the protagonist at the company but used his considerable talent for ruthlessness to get to where he is, takes the opportunities the protagonist's attacks to kick the shit out of him (literally).
And if that wasn't all, his family - for whom he has sacrificed everything - suddenly turns against him with a hatred born of cultural apathy.
So when the office slut, who houses company secrets in her womb vaults, offers him a way to fight back against the overwhelming tides of death and despair, he decides to help her steal the company's most valuable project. That is until she decides to shoot it up her cunt...
A farce to be sure.
KAROUSHI.
Karōshi (過労死) is the sudden death of a company employee due to stress-related heart attack or stroke. The original Japanese translates as "death from overwork" or "working one's self to death".-- edited entry from Wikipedia (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karoushi)
Hell of an idea, I thought. And without much prodding, the idea took off. I'm around 17,000 words of a rough draft (with another 7000 or so in notes and half-written scenes that need fleshing out).
KAROUSHI is the story of a man who has given absolutely everything to the company he chose to work for as a young university graduate. In essence, he is the Everyman of the Japanese corporate world.
Twenty-odd years on and he is pushing fifty. Unfortunately, he has started experiencing life-threatening attacks that are not only painful, but physically impair him. To make matters worse, his boss, who started out with the protagonist at the company but used his considerable talent for ruthlessness to get to where he is, takes the opportunities the protagonist's attacks to kick the shit out of him (literally).
And if that wasn't all, his family - for whom he has sacrificed everything - suddenly turns against him with a hatred born of cultural apathy.
So when the office slut, who houses company secrets in her womb vaults, offers him a way to fight back against the overwhelming tides of death and despair, he decides to help her steal the company's most valuable project. That is until she decides to shoot it up her cunt...
A farce to be sure.
