Future Tales and Other Such Rubbish
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Intoxicated extraterrestrial light fixtures , flesh eating fur-covered beach balls, cupcakes that turn people into Marxists. Just another day for Futureman, the bumbling but well-intentioned janitor-turned-superhero. In this short story anthology our protagonist, and the cast of memorable villains from It Came From Tomorrow, engage in tasks ranging from the mundane to the absurd.
The citizens of Capitol City learn the errors of building a spider farm next to a nuclear power plant, the space assassin Zane takes on a mission that will change the course of galactic events, a race of alien beings with conquest on the brain learn that self-decapitation may be the key to the stars, and a planet of morons succumb to the slightly greater intellect of the evil lord Zarkov. An out of work alien seeks employment within the ranks of the space lord's force of incompetent minions, Zarkov and younger brother Tang disrupt their father's diplomatic dinner as rambunctious children, and Futureman must defeat a horde of "Gobblers" with the help of the last survivor of a far-future Human colony. Our hero travels to the 1950s to discover why baked goods are turning ordinary Americans into communist zombies, he suits up for action in a story told from a first-person perspective, and a mysterious and plotting committee of extra-dimensional aliens allude to the dangers Futureman will face in his next major novel; The Omega Adversary.
This, the first volume of Future Tales and Other Such Rubbish is a collection of short stories and illustrations that provide hilarious vignettes into the quirky world featured in the main series of novels; The Futureman Adventures.
Michael Moreau
Writing a bio of myself is difficult because I often feel as if I don’t really know who I am. I am a collection of characters and places that have touched me as I have traveled down the (often bumpy) road of life.There’s only been one constant thing about me that truly feels like “me” and that is the desire to create. Whether it’s writing, photography, filmmaking costume & prop design, or one of the other couple of dozen things that I like to do I just can’t stop creating. I’m drawn to it more than any other pursuit in life.Just like everything else about me my influences are a little all over the board. I would say that I admire and often imitate Douglas Adams’ sense of humor, but lots of my works are also in the simple and elegant style of Andre Norton fused with some of the gritty details of writers like Hal Colbatch or Larry Niven.I don’t write as a career, I know that during my lifetime I will likely never make any real money from my writing but I do it because I have stories to tell. All that I hope from my work is that people enjoy it. A quick fan letter is my reward for what I do.
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Future Tales and Other Such Rubbish - Michael Moreau
Future Tales and Other Such Rubbish
Michael Moreau
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Table of Contents
Prologue
(It’s a Giant) Radioactive Spider, Man!
The Grand Galactic Opera House
Zork the Okay
The Quaint Little Mudball of Sector K
Desperately Seeking Henchmen
Little Princes
Time Cracks (or How I Broke the Space-Time Continuum)
Capitol City Comrades
Gearing Up
Naberdeen
Epilogue
Acknowledgements*
Other Works by the Author
About the Author
Prologue
I suppose if you’re already familiar with The Futureman Adventures then you will know precisely who I am. If not then I would imagine you are quite curious as to who is speaking to you via the ever-so-cheap writer’s device that is italic print. My name is Orion, and I am the narrator of this series. You will see me frequently called upon to fill in gaps left in hackneyed stories, or to provide insight into the events. Curious, since I wasn’t even present for large bits of them. Oh well, that’s writers for you. Still, having allowed myself to be the personal pet of one evil space lord Zarkov for many years...mostly due to the fact that he possessed a rather comfy couch on which to nap, I did get around quite a bit and can provide some first-person insight into at least some of these ridiculous little tomes.
Anyway, as is my fashion I find myself running on when the writer of this book no-doubt has page after questionable page of material they’d rather you be reading instead of my prattling. So please, by all means, get on with it. Just remember to take it all in with a grain, or rather a shaker, of salt. Off we go...or whatever the proper idiom is in this case.
(It’s A Giant) Radioactive Spider, Man!
Ah, Capitol City, a nauseatingly stereotypical small metropolis of the American 1950s. Interestingly enough it was supposed to be named Capital City
, not because it was the capital of anything...but because the founder, Roger Haywood III, really liked money. Sadly Mr. Haywood, though quite a brilliant businessman, had dropped out of school at age seven so he was also remarkably awful at spelling. For fearing of losing their jobs, since most of the town worked for him in one fashion or another, no one had argued when he’d put up an improperly spelled sign.
Carl had worked at the Capitol City nuclear power plant for two years. He was a short and swarthy little fellow of Lithuanian descent. He’d long-ago gotten accustomed to being mistaken for an Italian, however and no longer reacted to jokes about ethnic food
whenever he brought a bowl of his wife’s left-over spaghetti for lunch. He peeled the tin foil off of the top of the container she’d packed for him that morning and groaned in disappointment when he saw that it was meatloaf. Being one o’clock in the afternoon it was now quite cold and of course the cheap-asses that ran the plant wouldn’t spring for a Radarange for the employees’ lounge.
What’s wrong Zukas?
came the voice of the ever-irritating professional chair-warmer Ken Douglas.
Dry meatloaf for lunch. It’s nice and cold too.
he stabbed a fork into the left-overs, so dry and dense that the fork easily stood straight up.
Pop it in the oven ya dip stick.
I don’t feel like waiting twenty minutes to eat Douglas. I only get thirty minutes break as it is, remember?
Oh yeah, you’re still only a level three.
he chuckled, I forgot.
then pulled out the chair next to Carl and put his foot up on it, placing his crotch at an uncomfortable eye-level with Carl. Say Zukas, don’t feel bad huh? Level three’s really good for an immigrant.
Carl let out an exasperated sigh, Ken, I told you before. I’m from Minnesota.
Heh, Minnesota, Italy maybe!
he laughed and turned as if looking for some other meat-head to high five but the only other person in the room was a lowly core-scrubber who was quickly gobbling his lunch with his head down while simultaneously setting off every Geiger counter in the room.
What you got for lunch Ken? I’ll trade you some meatloaf for it, you’ve got a full hour, you can reheat it.
A couple of ham sandwiches and some left-over bacon from breakfast, but forget about it Zukas.
Aw come on Douglas. You could at least swap me for one of those sandwiches. Didn’t your mom teach you to share?
Sharing,
Ken scoffed, that there’s commie-talk. You’re not a pinko are ya Zukas?
the man laughed as he prodded Carl with an ink pen he pulled from Carl’s own pocket.
Cut it out Douglas.
Don’t get your feelings hurt Carl. I heard all you I-talians are pinkos.
Carl sighed and hung his head. I’m not Italian you dingus. My parents are Lithuanian.
and with that he snatched the pen from Ken’s hand and promptly pointed the sharp end straight at the man’s privates.
Whoah, Zukas! Hey no hard feelings eh?
Whatever Douglas. Fuck off and let me eat my cold meatloaf please.
Fine ya commie,
Ken joked, have a sandwich.
he pulled one from his brown paper bag and slid it to Carl. I was gonna help you out buddy, just had to razz ya a bit first.
Carl gave him a half-hearted smile and slid his bowl of meatloaf over to Ken, who was taking his seat a couple of chairs down. Just then there came a banging at the door to the little portable building that served as the employee lounge.
God dammit!
Ken shouted as he rose, If those higher-ups don’t get a friggin’ locksmith to fix that damned door I’m gonna...
he trailed off as he walked over to it. You gotta jiggle the handle, kick it twice, THEN pull on it numb-nuts!
he shouted through the door as he pushed it open. He had reckoned on seeing some fearful little underling clutching a brown paper bag to his chest but instead was greeted with eight probing eyes attached to the largest damned spider he had ever seen.
There was an evil streak in Carl Zukas that would have made Lord Zarkov proud. The hairy little Lithuanian man, instead of helping his co-worker, sat there and took bites of his ham sandwich as he watched that spider tear into the office bully. In retrospect that may have been a bad decision...as it did not allow him enough time to escape once the arachnid turned its attention to him. Oh well, lesson learned I suppose.
With a startling flash of light the visage of Futureman appeared in front of Sam Hill. He’d been entrusted with the future-buzzer, a small black box with a big red button and an emblem in the shape of a lightning bolt. He knew nothing of it, other than that it’d been given to him to summon the hero whenever the city was in need. Futureman wasn’t always terribly prompt, usually arriving some fifteen or more minutes after the button was pressed, but still Sam Hill felt grateful for the time-traveler’s assistance.
Greetings Citizen.
our hero beamed, the sun directly behind his head from Sam’s perspective, nearly giving him the appearance of a glowing aura.
Futureman, thank goodness!
What is it Citizen? You pressed the button on the future-pager didn’t you?
Sam Hill looked confused, I...I thought it was called a future-buzzer.
Yes! That’s what I said.
the hero just continued to beam with a large smile.
Sam shook his head, Futureman there’s a terrible threat to the city!
Excellent.
That’s not excellent.
"I mean...that’s terrible, but also excellent."
How?
If you’d pressed the button for no reason I’d have to break your thumbs.
I...I can’t tell if you’re serious or just joking.
Futureman stared him down intently for a moment, huge grin unwavering. Finally he slapped Sam on the arm and laughed, Of course I was kidding.
Sam returned a hearty smile.
Seriously though, don’t ever press that button without an emergency.
his intense stare once again made Mr. Hill uncomfortable.
Um...anyway. There’s a monster rampaging through town endangering lives and causing lots of property damage.
Property damage! How terrible. What kind of monster is it?
It’s a giant spider!
Do you have any idea where on Earth it came from Citizen?!
"It was first reported at the nuclear plant but I’m going to have to assume that it came from the spider farm next door to the nuclear planet."
After the incident with the giant radioactive toddler and the resulting closure of the nuclear plant’s daycare center no one thought it was a bad idea building a spider farm right next to it?
Sam shrugged, exasperated. Apparently not Futureman.
"When will you people learn that radioactivity will turn anything into a giant and evil version of itself?"
I wish I knew Futureman. I tried to speak out against it at the town hall meeting but everyone just threw shoes at me.
Very well, enough of your uninteresting story. I am off to fight the monster!
Futureman proclaimed as he raised his future-stick into the air dramatically then took off running down the hill.
Futureman!
Sam yelled after him, Futureman!
What?
the hero asked in an annoyed tone as he turned around.
That way.
Sam pointed toward the city, Town’s that way.
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The streets were eerily quiet. Newspapers, dropped to