Space Lord Omega - The First Transmission : The complete collection of chapters 1 - 28

By Lauthor, R.

Book Id: WPLBN0100001011
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Reproduction Date: 06/14/2017

Title:	Space Lord Omega - The First Transmission : The complete collection of chapters 1 - 28
Author:	Lauthor, R.
Volume:	Volume 1
Language:	English
Subject:	Non Fiction, Social Sciences, Social science, science fiction, political philosophy
Collections:	Authors Community, Philosophy
Historic Publication Date:	2017
Publisher:	CreateSpace

Member Page:	R Lauthor
Citation APA MLA Chicago Lauthor, B. R., & Bill, N. (2017). Space Lord Omega - The First Transmission : The complete collection of chapters 1 - 28. Retrieved from http://www.self.gutenberg.org/

Description
R. Lauthor could have been born in America during the seventies, and as such, would be pretty old by now, though not as old as Marx. One can assume that he either pursued higher education, or commissioned someone else to write his works, like Shakespeare may or may not have done during his or her own lifetime. It's also entirely plausible that Lauthor harbors an unnatural fascination for outer space and trans-planetary travel since, after all, his first published work details over twenty pages worth of those things. Despite an all-time low rating for his organized ramblings, which he publishes under the epithet of "novels," Lauthor still writes frequently, coming up with new ideas that few people will read, and returning to the foot of that mountain to roll up, like a dung beetle, a new ball of even more reprehensible nonsense. One must imagine Sisyphus is happy.

Summary
If you get really nervous on turbulent airplane flights even before the flight attendant threatens to pour scalding coffee on down your back, then this is a must-have for your carry-on luggage bag while you rack your brains over the safety of your journey thousands of miles above the Earth. (It is also appropriate to buy this book even if you never intend to leave the Earth at all.) The first true social science fiction since "Das Capital," Space Lord Omega chronicles the unexpected perennial experience of our unwilling cosmic advocate. His journeys illustrate an unquenchable thirst for meaning, the unreliable persistence of memory, and many other meaningless aphorisms that could just as easily describe everyday life and general human existence.

Excerpt
Space Lord awakens in orbit around Earth. Plates of metal drift around him, unaware of the fragile man inside the skintight astrosuit whom they avoid. Through an infinite void of silence, he hears the echoes, the shrieks of the planet, the groggy final screams of a species that kept itself blindfolded. Icy sweat beads down his damp forehead. He so wishes he were back asleep. He looks up, and in a blur, feels the scraps of his cruiser’s shredded hull drifting around him. A few taps on his wrist, and a light blinks amber. SYSTEMS OFFLINE blinks at the top corner of his visor. He reaches for his comm system, but nothing responds to his signal. He swipes his fingers across the wristpad, but his wing-jets creak, and metal jerks and groans on his back. I’m dead. As he flips, the sees the drifting top half of his cruiser, sparking. Black tubes spew out coolant and fuel, which streak across the sky like an aurora. Space Lord takes deep breaths to slow his breathing. Too much anxiety, and you lose oxygen, you pass out, and that’s it. His breathing slows, and his heart rate slows, but pounds even harder than before. You can control your breathing, but you can’t control the thoughts that run through your head. I’m alone. Memory blurs the faces of the few people he ever cared about back on his home planet. The girl he left behind, who used to smile and laugh. His little brother. The many diverse people whom he met by going out in public, and saying, what’s your story? You can find happiness in the least happy of places; and when you can’t find it, you can always make it. And you look back and realize, those few times someone has ever tried to make you happy, it was never happiness, but luck – just luck. Those people are once-in-a-lifetime. And you were lucky to have met them. And this is the result of luck, he thinks. Silver waves ripple across the top corner of his visor. He taps on his helmet to receive the transmission. REPAIR MODULE OUT…REPAIR MODULE OUT…PLEASE WAIT… A black spot drifts from the wreckage of his spacecruiser and fades into view. Two metallic wings surround a very rounded block, and beneath those, two clamp-like arms, and four red cameras. They stand face-to-face. The helper and his master. And suddenly, Space Lord realizes just how terrifying it is to stare at something that’s about to give his its life. MODULES DOWN: WING-JETS (error 172) – LOW OXYGEN (error 70) – SUIT PRESSURE [ok] scroll down on the visor terminal window. The repair drone’s arms detach its driftwings, strapped to it like it would a human being. It gently places it around Space Lord’s back and waist. A tube attaches to the suit’s oxygen port, and he begins to breathe more steadily. REPAIRS COMPLETE. The red light in the drones eyes fade, and it begins to drift in space, becomes one with the forgotten satellites which drift around the blue celestial body. If the drones are still online, the android might still be operational, but buried in the wreckage. He swipes the wings to streak formation, and the thin metallic turbines whirr, and stretch out beside him. Behind planet Earth, the sun barely rises over the planet that eclipses it. His wings glisten in the hidden light. And as he begins his ascent, the maroon lights from the moon-sized Godship descend before him.

Table of Contents
Space Lord Godship AKA Rodney Kelly Sacrificial Sinkhole Drug Lord La Velada Public Relations Campaign Los Opresores Soil Space Monkey Noise Complaint Antares Planet Dust Legal Representation The One Law of Artificial "Intelligence" Better than We Are Necropolis Feature, Not Flaw The All-Consuming Blob Yahweh Exit Planet Dust Like Jonah, But In Space Perennial Aita Mother (Earth), part 1 Mother (Earth), part 2 Sorry Walnut, like the song