Please help me edit book number 3
I was born in an era when you didn’t ask for handouts or donations. You received a days pay for a days work and squeezed the nickel till it
I began writing on the Atto Run series in 1999 and now have 15 books in various stages of development. That, in my estimation is more than a day’s work.
I’d like to travel to Bromont to get book 3 edited, but first I have to sell 3000 books.
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or…here are 2 pages that explain how the 500 year journey to save humanity begins
Permission to follow up on a distress call,” he said. “Bricweiss. Freighter. Ri-Attons. Review the greatest possible future.”
“We didn’t see that one coming,” the Ruler said. The construct her son had created melted away; five counselors reappeared sitting in front of five columns as if melded into them.
“The distress call has been available for an entire day. I’m the only one who bothered to answer it,” Her son said. “The greatest possible future doesn’t look good.”
“The problem won’t develop critical mass for two years. You just had to answer it, didn’t you?” the Ruler asked.
“The more times you ignore distress calls, the more likely people are to know you can’t be everywhere at every moment.”
“You’ve unnecessarily forced me to change my schedule! Both species are hopeless. I’ll have to destroy their worlds now before they can infect the galaxy.”
“I think it would be a huge mistake to do that.”
“It took 100,000 years to create Ri-Attons. That was a mistake. Why? Because they’re not going to last another 200 years! And that Earth! They can’t stop blowing themselves back to the Stone Age.”
“We weren’t the ones who created them…”
“And they’re poised to die off in 300 years. Now that you know their futures, give me one reason why I shouldn’t just euthanize both planets?” the Ruler demanded.
“I can make a new species out of both in fifty years.”
The counselors chattered wildly, like a bunch of hysterically amused dolphins, his mother joining them until the depth of wrath in Her eyes increased. Her counselors’ humor was quickly replaced by fear.
“Go ahead,” She said, Her voice dripping with a maliciousness uncharacteristic of his mother. “It should prove to be quite entertaining.”
“I’ll need a decent orb.”
“You’ll have the best one available.”
“I’ll need to learn human anatomy, how to re-grow organs, how to…”
“You have less than two years to learn both human and Ri-Atton anatomy,” the Ruler said. “I’ll arrange for your education, and you’d better make the best of it. I’ll eliminate Brick’s ship to keep the Ri-Atton threat a secret.”
“That would be a mistake, too. The greatest possible future is that Brick will prove to be a valuable ally.”
“You think you know more than I about the future?” She laughed at him.
“You don’t sound like my mother,” the child said. “Why?”
“You address the Ruler, not your mother. Is that clear?”
“I didn’t think there was a difference.”