I, Spaceman

By Anthony North

I love the old Sci Fi series and I thought, can I write Flash Fiction in the same vein? Well, judge for yourself. In these stories you’ll meet the crew of B-Mover 14, Newton 2, Old Space Dog and a host more as they travel the Graveyard Sector; as well as my alien species the Pridians, Angerians, Envins, Lustaceans, Gred and the Slothy. We’ll go boldly, and not split infinity.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Anthony North
• Release date: Dec 3, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301628247

Anthony North

Thinker & Storyteller****7,453 Words to Save the UK and I,Writer are now FREE. Scroll down to find them.*****1955 (Yorkshire, England) – I am born (Damn! Already been done). ‘Twas the best of times ... (Oh well).I was actually born in the year of Einstein's death, close to Scrooge's Counting House. It doesn't mean anything but it sounds good. As for my education, I left school at 15 and have had no formal education since. Hence, I'm self-taught.****From a family of newsagents, at 18 I did a Dick Whittington and went off to London, only to return to pretend to be Charlie and work in a chocolate factory.When I was ten I was asked what I wanted to be. I said soldier, writer and Dad. I never thought of it for years – having too much fun, such as a time as lead guitarist in a local rock band – but I served nine years in the RAF, got married and had seven kids. I realized my words had been precognitive when, at age 27, I came down with M.E. – a condition I’ve suffered ever since – and turned my attention to writing.Indeed, as I realized that no expert could tell me what was wrong with me, I began my quest to find out why. Little did I realize it would last decades and take me through the entire history of knowledge, leaving me with the certainty that our knowledge systems are inadequate.****My non-fiction is based on P-ology, a thought process I devised to work with patterns of knowledge, and designed to be a bedfellow to specialization. A form of Rational Holism, it seeks out areas the specialist may have missed. I work from encyclopaedias and introductory volumes in order to gain a grasp of many subjects and am not an expert in anything, but those patterns keep forming. Hence, I do not deal in truth, but ideas, and cover everything from politics to the paranormal.When reading my work I ask only: do I make sense? Of course, an expert would say: a little knowledge is a dangerous thing. I agree. And an expert has so little knowledge of everything.I also write novels and Flash Fiction in all genres.

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I, Spaceman

By Anthony North

Copyright Anthony North 2012

Cover image copyright, Yvonne North 2012

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Other books by Anthony North

Beginning in 2019 I’m publishing 14 volumes of my fiction, inc 7 novels in most genres, & 21 works of non-fiction covering cults, politics, conspiracies, religion, disasters, science, philosophy, warfare, crime, psychology, new age, green issues & all areas of the unexplained, inc ufology, lost worlds and the paranormal. Hopefully appearing at the rate of one a month, check out the latest launch at my bookstore at http://anthonynorth.com or buy direct from Smashwords for all devices at: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/anthonynorth

In addition to the above, you may like my ‘I’ Series – 8 volumes of flash fiction (horror, sci fi, romance, adventure, crime), 4 volumes of poetry & 5 volumes of short essays from politics to the unexplained. Available from same links as above. Also check out my bookstore for news of my books out in paperback.

CONTENTS

Introduction

SPACE GANG

Welcome Mr Brown

Complicity

Something Is Eating the Slothy

Love's Eternal Dream

Heaven Sent

He's Not Himself

NEWTON 2

Ghost in the System

Space Ship Viral

Dream Time

Decidedly Dodgy

The Genesis Factor

The Truth About Newton

OLD SPACE DOG

The Flag Flies Proud

Fast Food

The Drunken Skipper

Primeval Designs

A Day With the Slothy

Spirit Rising

ULRIKA FAYN IN OVERMIND

A Higher Realm

Ulrika & the Mysterious Lady

Ulrika Visits Planet Cell

Ulrika & Her Great Regret

Ulrika & the Bullet

Ulrika & the Work of Art

Ulrika & the Zone

HOW IT ALL BEGAN - YOUNG NULYN

Arrival

The Dawn of Sentience

The Uprising

About the Author

Connect With Anthony

INTRODUCTION

I love the old Sci Fi series and I thought, can I write Flash Fiction in the same vein? Well, judge for yourself. In these stories you’ll meet the crew of B-Mover 14, Newton 2, Old Space Dog and a host more as they travel the Graveyard Sector; as well as my alien species the Pridians, Angerians, Envins, Lustaceans, Gred and the Slothy. We’ll go boldly, and not split infinity.

SPACE GANG

WELCOME, MR BROWN

'What in OverMind is going on?' said Ulrika Fayn as she piloted the wedge-shaped B-mover into approach. Pushing back her long blonde hair, a hint of frustration sullied her otherwise good looks.

To her front, merchant ships of all shapes and sizes circled Star Base Tiryns. Sat next to Ulrika at his console, Tox opened channel. 'B-mover 14 to Control,' he said. 'What's the problem?'

'Space controller strike,’ came the reply. 'Sorry about this. We'll get you in as soon as possible.'

The star base hung in space in front of them, the planet Angeria below, and offered tantalising thoughts of a cool drink and warm bed after their patrol.

'If they don't hurry up, I'll blast them out of the way,' said Ulrika.

Tox smiled. A Pridian, he had the blue tint of his race. Clearly humanoid, he was, however, hairless, and his bald head ended in a rounded point. A proud race, the Pridians were known for their extreme good looks - looks that were almost psychic in nature as well as physical - but also for their ability to be easily irritated. Luckily for Ulrika, Tox had nonetheless confronted and defeated his temper.

'Sometimes you CAN be a Pridian, you know,’ Ulrika said.

Tox smiled, sending a shiver up her spine. 'I am calm, Ulrika, I am very calm.' But regardless, Ulrika saw his finger hovering over the sonic gun trigger.

Space Commander Nulyn sat behind his desk on Star Base Tiryns. He had been Sector Commander for many years and knew that it was unlikely he would gain further promotion, ending his career here in some three years time. But in the main he had been happy with his time in the sector.

With twelve star systems under his authority, the Confederation entrusted in him a grave responsibility, especially as his sector seemed to be the nearest to the Gred. And although no outright invasion had been attempted for years, he was always aware of their sneak attacks and terrorism. But this said, he also knew it was a promotional graveyard, most of the sector being far too lawless for the sensibilities of the otherwise ordered Confederation. The sector was quite simply the nightmare they could do without.

This fact never irritated him more than when new Rangers were assigned to his sector. For in the main, he was lumbered with all the oddballs and rebels the Confederation could send.

And he well knew Ranger 'Hercules' Brown was no exception.

'Hercules' Brown sat on the chair waiting to be called into the Space Commander's office. His nickname was in complete contrast to his physical appearance. With mousy, spiky hair and a slight frame, he was no more than five foot four tall. He was, in fact, the smallest human Ranger in the entire confederation.

No, his name had nothing to do with his physicality. Rather, it was to do with his spirit. Unbeatable in anything he attempted, he sailed close to the wind, gaining a reputation as a maverick, but equally as a bit of a genius - which did, of course, get him into trouble on a regular basis. Although he would see it different - rather, he had become convinced that the Central Council back on Earth had consistently conspired against him.

He was musing on the reality of this when the Space Commander's door opened and he walked in.

Space Commander Nulyn eyed him suspiciously as he did so, automatically taking a seat