Who Is Jacob S.C. Smith?

By Wayne Greenough

Jacob S.C. Smith is a mean man who lives in isolation on his private Asteroid.  But there is a secret about him that he himself doesn’t know. The question is, will he ever know, and how will that secret, if and when it’s finally revealed, not only affect him, but all of Earth?

• Language: English
• Publisher: eXtasy Books Inc
• Release date: Jan 5, 2018
• ISBN: 9781487414238

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Dedication

To June, my forever wife. We journey together.

Chapter One

Some people would categorize this Christmas story as pure science fiction fantasy. It isn’t. Every word you’re about to read is true. I made it up, and I say it’s all true. It will now begin with my using the world’s greatest beginning. "Once Upon A Time...

Mr. Jacob S.C. Smith was a mean man. He was worldwide famous for his orneriness. People everywhere unanimously agreed that Mr. Jacob S.C. Smith was a good for nothing mean human being. The nameless billions also admitted to being envious of Jacob S.C. Smith and with good reason. He was wealthy. Why that old blankety-blank Smith guy could purchase all of Earth if he desired to do so, but he never once desired to do so. No, his adult toy was located between Mars and Jupiter, a perfectly round, dome enclosed, independently sustained asteroid whose airless outside areas he had sprinkled in every direction with signs saying, Stay away from my home, you’re not welcome.

Yes, he lived all alone except for an unknown number of meek-minded servants who saw to all his needs while making certain they practiced being invisible. Those that accidentally slowed down to where Smith could see them were given his royal size twelve boot swiftly applied to their servant type backsides and told to go elsewhere or be forever locked away in the asteroid’s dungeon.

One other special thing about this mean Smith guy you need to know. He was a mad scientist, an exceptionally super intelligent mad scientist, one who could invent whatever his warped brain could conjure up. And yes his warped brain could conjure up a whole lot of stuff. Why his dome home became such a huge scientific junkyard, it strained its stretchable walls and ceiling to where it could possibly explode open and swoosh all its precious air outward and into the vacuum of space. But becoming aware that such a catastrophe might happen, Smith made certain his home dome could safely stretch and stretch and stretch. Truthfully there was very little Jacob S.C. Smith could not create. Every invention he invented he would pat his back and holler, "Ah Smith, you’ve done it again. Nobody on Earth is as smart as you,