Effing Feline demands a new Internet
I, Effing Feline, think the Internet is stupid. Last week I asked you readers to send me food so I survive the diet I’ve been forced onto. But know what? And it’s really, really dumb . . .
The only thing you can send over the Internet are electrons.
I can’t eat &^%$#* electrons!!!
While I endure my hunger pains, here’s another snippet from Rescuing Prince Charming. Dusty Johnson, a tech writer working on Earth’s first starship, has helped a Kwadran (a native American from an alternate Earth) find a saboteur’s time bomb. Racing against time, they’re carrying the bomb out of the starship’s labyrithine mechanical deck.
“Open it,” Dusty shouted.
The Kwadran pulled the door again. It remained closed.
She started to give the bomb to him but he was already grabbing it from her. If the door was locked, she was dead, because she didn’t have a key — but if it was only latched and he wasn’t familiar with this Earth’s sliding glass doors —
Dusty lifted the latch and pulled. The door opened, blasting her with brisk November air smelling of ocean and evergreens. She stepped back to let him pass, and though it would’ve been safer to get as far away as possible, she followed him outside.
“Toss it over the –”
But their minds were in perfect sync; he was already charging toward the railing. He hurled the bomb over the side with the grace and power of a javelin thrower.
Effing Feline here again. We need a new Internet. We’re supposed to be entering the era of an Internet of Things. So why can’t you fine folks send me salmon? Or even dry cat food?
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Rescuing Prince Charming
Alien Contact for Idiots, book four
She’s no heroine. He’s no Prince Charming.
Dusty Johnson, a self-styled ordinary, everyday woman, responds with extraordinary heroism when saboteurs try to bomb the prototype of Earth’s first starship. Although she yearns to return to anonymity, that moment of courage propels her ever deeper into dangers that tear the scabs off her dark secrets—and thrust her into the arms of the unattainable man of her dreams.
Reese Eaglesbrood, an alien prince, yearns to restore his tattered reputation by guiding the starship project to completion, but his fascination with the unassuming heroine threatens to undermine his fragile authority. Shunning Dusty is necessary, yet unthinkable—and when the saboteurs strike again, she is his only ally against Earth’s most elusive enemies.
