After humans
circumvented anti-AI laws and made new species
to fulfill roles of menial laborers, sex slaves, and shock troops those
creations eventually rose up and killed every man, woman, and child on the
planet. This is the world if Frankenstein's monsters ruled the Earth.
The Brittle Riders
Book One
by Bill
McCormick
Genre: Science Fiction Fantasy
In a far future, Earth had already been visited by an alien
race called the Sominids, who came here for the express purpose of drinking and
having sex with everyone they could. When one of their infamous parties
resulted in the moon being cut in half and killing everyone who happened to
live there, they quietly left. Their encounter with the Sominids had taught the
human race many things, primarily that faster-than-light travel did not exist.
Denied the stars, the human race began to dwindle in numbers and terminate all
of their space programs.
BILL McCORMICK is an award-winning and critically
acclaimed
author of several novels, graphic novels, and comic book series, and has
appeared in numerous anthologies. He began writing professionally in 1986 for
the Chicago Rocker Magazine in conjunction with his radio show on Z-95 (ABC-FM)
and went on to write for several other magazines and blogs. He wrote a twisted
news & science blog at WorldNewsCenter.org. It provided source material for
his weekly radio show on WBIG 1280 AM, FOX!, which aired from 10/2010 to
8/2022. Bill is a big fan of music and this rainbow-haired goddess who married
him just for fun. You can find out more about him at BillMcSciFi.com.
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Can you, for those who don't know you already, tell something about yourself and how you became an author?
When the aliens from the second Horzukan system took me aboard their ship, the QZT Zinglepuff, I was subjected to a series of ….. oh, wait, never mind, that’s why I love extreme hot sauces. I was a child of indeterminate birth. I have certificates of live births from Berwyn, Illinois and County of Cork, Ireland and a mention in a book that my chubby ass first popped out in Soldier’s Grove, Wisconsin. Since I was born in an era where the Catholic church was snatching up babies from single moms to resell them for profit, Google “Catholic church selling orphans” (without the quotes) to be horrified, blurring my place of birth was a good idea. I was raised by my grandparents. They loved, but didn’t understand, me. My grandma, like all good Catholic girls in her day, never went to school, and my grandpa dropped out in the third grade. I, however, was an “A” student who loved reading and learning.
When I was four, my grandma went to a used book sale to get me something to read, i.e., shut me up. Keep in mind she had no context for what was, or was not, age appropriate. Knowing what you now know, you will not be surprised to find out she bought me a collection of classics. Robin Hood, Arabian Nights, Huckleberry Finn, Tom Sawyer, and so on. Great stories, one and all, not exactly geared at a four-year-old kid.
With the help of my trusty dictionary, and the persistence only a child can have, I read every one. By the time I was in fifth grade, I was reading at a Senior in College level. I was, as you might imagine, annoying as heck.
I was also kind of isolated, with few friends, so I began filling in the gaps with stories I had made up. I had my first play performed at West Leyden High School, and it involved aliens. I went on to write lots of nonfiction for music magazines, sports blogs, and anywhere else that would publish me.
In 2010, I’d lost my job, my wife, and solid reasons to live. I decided I couldn’t afford therapy, so I started writing the stories that were trapped in my head. In 2011, Bewildering Stories sent me a lengthy rejection letter for my story, Vorbliss (too many F-bombs and sexualizing nuns was a no-no), but thought I was the funniest author who’d ever submitted. My second submission, And the Beat Goes Phut, about a techno apocalypse, got published, got fan mail, and I was off to the races.
In 2019, I quit working for strangers and began writing full-time. I have a roof over my head, hot and cold running water in the kitchen and the john, and a new wife who never loses that new-wife smell. I love her stupid amounts, and she helps keep me sane.
This looks like a great read. Thanks for sharing.
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