Armed With Intergalactic Weapons Not Of This World: An autobiographical science fiction voyage of Silly Daddy

By Joe Chiappetta

Autobiographical science fiction story of how a space boy becomes a fighter and an artist--on the wrong and right sides in the galactic battle between good and evil. As a two-fisted comic book artist on the way to becoming a creative super star wars against society, he increasingly questions why his career keeps destroying his close relationships. Contains 13,300 words with 42 illustrations.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Joe Chiappetta
• Release date: Nov 20, 2010
• ISBN: 9781465893246

Joe Chiappetta

Author on STAR CHOSEN science fiction novel and SILLY DADDY comics

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Silly Daddy Armed With Intergalactic Weapons Not Of This World

The autobiographical science fiction voyage of Silly Daddy

A true sci-fi story by Joe Chiappetta. Copyright 2010 by Joe Chiappetta

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This book is dedicated to my daughter Maria. She changed the course of my life for the better--and continues to do so.

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This is an autobiographical science fiction story of how a space boy becomes a fighter and an artist--on the wrong and right sides in the galactic battle between good and evil. As a two-fisted comic book artist on the way to becoming a creative super star wars against society, he increasingly questions why his career keeps destroying his close relationships. Will this young man of violence turn into a full-fledged killer, or will he reform his life and join an intergalactic movement to change the universe? As space colonization advances to distant planets, the roles of family and faith become more and more estranged in this sci-fi tale of redemption. Welcome to the out-of-this-world conversion of award winning virtual cartoonist, Joe Chiappetta (Silly Daddy). Contains 13,300 words with 42 illustrations.

Silly Daddy Armed With Intergalactic Weapons Not Of This World

The autobiographical science fiction voyage of Silly Daddy

I am one day old.

My dad sees me for the first time through the hallway window of the maternity ward at Chicago Spaceport Hospital. This is my father's second child, but his very first son.

Sons born in space are statistically more restless than sons born on the planets, says the medical robot to my dad. Therefore, remember to instill discipline into your child. Statistics also show that eighty-four percent of...

From a sterile corridor bursting with hi-tech medical equipment, my father interrupts, Thanks Doc Tinhead. I'm going to see my kid now.

After taking a good look at me, my father turns to my grandfather and says with a proud smile, It looks like my son boxed ten rounds with prizefighter Rocky Marciano... and lost!

The reference to my slightly crooked nose combined with mention of the greatest ancient Italian-American boxer of all time is a good thing. It's a sign of parental approval, and big aspirations. From day one, as the hovering robot nurses clean the birthing fluids off of me, it seems to be decided; Joe Chiappetta is a fighter.

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I am five years old.

Welcome to the Borwyn, a densely populated, but usually peaceful planet. The floor of our apartment pod is covered with holographic pictures of superheroes. The green shag carpet is bursting with the most colorful heroic poses that twenty-five credits can buy.

I have downloaded the superhero images from the beginnings of my comic eBook collection and projected all the characters out onto the carpeted living room floor. You can barely walk in here without stepping through one of these full color 3D heroes: Moon-Spider Man, Subspace Mariner, Byte-Man, Super-Robo Man, Captain Earthica, the Fantastic Fandroids, the Bio-Hulk, Astro-Thor, and Waffle-Iron Man. It is such a brilliant sight.

All my heroes... they almost come alive, fighting for what is right. They save the universe and oppose the forces of evil on a daily basis, most of them with intergalactic weapons not of this world. A thought occurs to me; That is what I want to do.

As the years go by, and human colonization of space marches on, I will be stirring up a recurring question with an elusive answer; How did everything change? I was supposed to be a hero.

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I am eleven years old.

My family has relocated to Planet Roadview. The planet is not much different then neighboring Borwyn. But on