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    Sci-Fi Series 2 (Simulator, Little Angels, Open Casket, The Next Step, Esperanza)
    Sci-Fi Series 2 (Simulator, Little Angels, Open Casket, The Next Step, Esperanza)
    Sci-Fi Series 2 (Simulator, Little Angels, Open Casket, The Next Step, Esperanza)
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    Sci-Fi Series 2 (Simulator, Little Angels, Open Casket, The Next Step, Esperanza)

    By Stan I.S. Law

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    Five enticing stories reaching far, far into the future...

     

    Human emotions continue to place the same demands on the human heart. The same is also true of the species inhabiting the distant planets, which we, humans, are destined to reach one day, perhaps soon... These are but a few examples of what we might expect.

     

    "...Simulator," "Little Angels," and "Esperanza," all of which end with a unique twist. As always the author has managed to tuck in a little esoteric thought, some science, and intriguing characters."

    From a 5-star review by Joan A. Adamak (Vine Voice) the USA

     

    "Very nice science fiction stories with tons of action and highly immersive environment accompany the plot. ...Richly written, decent pacing and lots of action (with a good dose of gore included!)."

    From a 5-star review Thomas L., USA

     

    "Excellent! ...This is another great contribution by Stan I.S. Law. As always I am impressed with Law's work and look forward to more. I highly recommend it!"

    From a 5-star review by Ally McMahon, USA.

     

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherINHOUSEPRESS
    Release dateSep 10, 2020
    ISBN9781987864649
    Sci-Fi Series 2 (Simulator, Little Angels, Open Casket, The Next Step, Esperanza)

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      Sci-Fi Series 2 (Simulator, Little Angels, Open Casket, The Next Step, Esperanza) - Stan I.S. Law

      This is another great contribution by Stan I.S. Law.

      As always I am impressed with Law’s work and look forward to more. I highly recommend it!

      From 5-star review by Amy Taylor

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      Sci-Fi Series 2

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      by

      Stan I.S. Law

      Published by Inhousepress

      Copyright © Stanislaw Kapuscinski 2000, eBook 2010,

      2nd Edition 2018, D2D 3rd ed. 2020

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the publisher.

      This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, titles, places and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      SIMULATOR

      LITTLE ANGELS

      OPEN CASKET

      THE NEXT STEP

      ESPERANZA

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      Sci-Fi Series 2 is an intelligent, witty, and thought provoking collection of short stories brought to us by Author Stan I.S. Law.

      I always enjoy Law’s books.

      From 5-star review by Ally McMahon

      SIMULATOR

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      here was nothing human about the scream.

      In near total darkness, where even the stars had forsaken their shimmering sheen, within the hot breath of the steaming, churning volcanic hot springs, Astrid could only imagine the alien features contracted in a spasm of agony. Pain is pain by any other name. It hurts as much, no matter what the species. A shriek, a short silence, then a protracted whimper.

      It makes your blood curl, Astrid threw over her shoulder, busy adjusting the sensors for a directional response. Thou shalt not interfere, she thought momentarily. The Simulator. The same instant she dismissed the conditioned response as inapplicable.

      Did you get the location? Bram asked, his voice sleepy and definitely tired.

      Normally, they both slept during the night, like any normal human being should. The sensors would record any unusual sounds for later analyses. After all, they were only conducting the first, cursory scan—a very preliminary survey. Later, teams of scientists, not to mention the robo-satellites, would do their job, methodically, if necessary, over a number of years.

      The Navy was hungry for new planets suitable for colonization.

      Hungry—but not desperate.

      Also, at Headquarters, they were always thinking ahead. Man finally achieved the dubious distinction of beating rabbits at their game. In spite of the sad Earth experience... The last robosat Census accounted for 57 billion souls on seventeen planets. Three point five billion per G type planet was regarded as optimum for maintaining an ecological balance. Anything over that, and... The safety margin was running out.

      Got it, she replied proudly.

      After all, this was her very first mission. Acting ensign Astrid Dwain finally got her wings. Figuratively speaking, of course. But floating in a silent, near-invisible skimmer over an alien planet was the next best thing to really flying. Like in Outer Space. All the same, she loved it. Still does.

      Shouldn't we leave it till tomorrow?

      Lieutenant Jordan really needed some sleep. The last six days were tough. Six days and nights. Even then, it simply wasn't enough time to gather enough data to decide on the allocation of millions of credits to be expended on further study.

      I dare say, sir. But if you don't mind, I would like to get... Astrid was exited. This was the last day of the prelimscan. It was also the first time she managed to get hold of the controls. And that only because Bram was too sleepy and tired to do the job himself.

      Whatever you’d like to get, get it quietly, Bram interrupted, and turned his back on the cabin. His bunk was on the port side. Astrid's on the starboard. The middle was no man's land. Astrid sighed haltingly. She wished it hadn't been. At nineteen, being alone with a lieutenant in a small cabin, for a whole week, meant intimacy. At least to her, it did.

      All the same, she was not going to let go of her chance so easily. This guttural shriek deserved a further study. Right now. She adjusted the skimmer to drift slowly towards the source of the distraught noise. Apart from her own pleasure, there was an added advantage to night study. In daytime, they could only scan the terrain from an altitude of a few kilometers. At night, with the cooler temperature creating a protective mist, the skimmer could descent practically to the treetops. Even lower. Not only the minutest details would show up on the screens, but they could also record the sounds.

      They had to be careful, of course.

      Very careful.

      She was well aware of the eleventh commandment among men of Old Earth, the first among the anthropologists: 

      Thou shalt not interfere.

      For a thousand and one reasons—there could be no extenuating circumstances for breaking this archaic law. In early twenty-second century, three planets had plunged into a genocidal warfare, all thanks to the help received from the concerned, 'advanced' civilization.

      From the Almighty Man.

      Later on, that same century, a planet, in the 3rd quadrant of the 24th sector, boiled. Literally boiled, when an aspiring student had magnanimously donated water, in the form of rain, to a large group of indigenous, primitive yet undoubtedly sentient beings, apparently on the verge of dying of thirst. The student had done so before the full geological survey had come in. Later, they had learned that there had been lime, quicklime, masked over large areas by no more than a foot thick layer of soil. And lime mixed with water, had a predictable, if unpleasant effect. It never rained on that planet.

      Catastrophes of this magnitude could now be averted. The generosity of the students of anthropology, on occasion, could not.

      Ever since people on Old Earth got fed up with being restricted to protective shells of domes which filtered the relentless cosmic bombardment. It could be said that the loss of the ozone layer was the single most powerful stimulus for man venturing to the stars. From that moment on, a ‘moment’ spanning some four decades, man developed an insatiable appetite for other type G planets, suitable for colonization. Hence the students. They performed a very necessary,

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