Fractal Worlds and Monsters

By John Pirillo

A thrilling combo that invites you to take a tour of fractal worlds where monsters exist and

dive deep into an action packed science fiction adventure.

 

A good man, a teacher, and a man deeply in love...Chess...is driven by the needs to explore, to experience all that is possible and discovers he has the ability to step from our world into an infinite number of fractal worlds.

 

Fractal worlds that are both beautiful and sometimes extremely dangerous.

 

HIs newfound skills are found out by a top secreet Black Ops operation run by a corrupt political

figure.

 

Now Chess is going to have to fight for his children, the one he loves, and a world he believes in...

and even with all his newfound power, he still might fnd himself on an operating table with scientists

dissecting his brain.

 

You'll enjoy this exciting new adventure/mystery and the imaginative, and sometimes humourous,

and sometimes bone-chilling images of fractal monsters included with the book.

 

A massive 318 pages of text and images!

• Language: English
• Publisher: John Pirillo
• Release date: Apr 20, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224427673

John Pirillo

The author was born in Washington, Pennsylvannia. He loves animals and birds. Has two pet cockatiels that keep him company while he writes. He has a lovely daughter and a rascally grandson. He is rich in friends that matter and well adjusted to a life of challenges. He writes and draws every day. He loves anything science fiction, fantasy or extremely well written. Same goes for movies and TV. Not married currently, but has an eye and ear open to possibilities. :)

Book preview

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FRACTAL MONSTERS

John Pirillo

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Copyright 2024, John Pirillo

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Table of Contents

The 405 Monster .................................................................... 5

Multiverses............................................................................... 6

Patti Cakes ............................................................................. 20

An Offer You Have to Refuse .......................................... 24

Burn in Hell or Teaching School ................................... 30

The 405 Disaster ................................................................. 41

Fractal Flaming Universes .............................................. 46

Hell is Morris ........................................................................ 52

Patti Cakes ............................................................................. 55

Sidestepping ......................................................................... 57

The Cosmic Snatch ............................................................. 58

Fractal Kisses Forever ...................................................... 60

Neither Space ....................................................................... 62

Where the Buck Stops ....................................................... 63

Side Stepping For Casual Fun and Danger ................ 65

The Chopper of Doom ....................................................... 73

To the Rescue ....................................................................... 75

An Unlikely Event ............................................................... 81

Catch As Catch Can ............................................................. 98

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Fractal Me Not................................................................... 102

Back at You ......................................................................... 107

The Fake News.................................................................. 109

Blueberries and Krispies .............................................. 111

Public School Hell ............................................................ 114

A School in the Day Of .................................................... 117

Division of Labor .............................................................. 125

Senator Washington ....................................................... 132

School Daze ........................................................................ 134

Get a Free Book from me. ............................................. 136

Author's Note .................................................................... 137

Request for Review ......................................................... 141

Author’s Note .................................................................... 142

Other Books by the Author .......................................... 143

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The 405 Monster

It's long been speculated that there are numerous other universes, worlds, or dimensions that are exactly like our own...but perhaps with slight differences, or even vastly greater ones. But the one thing everyone can agree on, or has to this point in time, is the belief that we are a long way from ever contacting one.

Or are we?

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Multiverses

Los Angeles in the morning is an ocean of moving cars. Frothing waves of what seem like endless streams of cars and trucks, honking, cutting off, slamming on brakes, shooting to off ramps and onto ramps, doing everything they can to make sure they make everyone's life miserable but their own.

Probably the worst of the freeways in the morning is the 405. Not hot rod car, but hot-rodding cars on a short stretch of freeway that manages to pull and push every bell, whistle, and button a man or woman could have in just fifteen minutes driving time.

Imagine a kid playing with toy cars and he has them strung bumper to bumper down an endless blacktop with the morning sun kicking to get up, thousands of headlights dimmed and not so dim bashing the early morning/night skies. And the usual thoughtless driver with their brights on so that you're half blinded from their lights shining in your side and rear-view mirrors.

Miles of cars in multiple lanes, beeping their horns, shoving this way and that to get one car ahead, battering their brains out with their coffee mugs 6

because they had gotten stuck in jobs that required the commute on that God awful stretch of road.

But today was going to be different for Fred

Goodies. He had a new job. A much higher paying job on the coast. He had an office that overlooked the ocean, and he loved it. He didn't mind the long drive because he was getting paid to do it. Mileage and time lost they called it. Bonus pay for him. Getting paid for what the other unlucky doofs out there had to suffer through...for nothing! Or next to it.

He smiled as he tuned up the news that morning in his brand-new Toyota Camry hybrid. He was using Sirius XM to listen to music. His voice was echoing nicely back to him as he screamed the chorus of Black Iron's New Album hit song, Kill Me on the Road, Stranger.

Suddenly, the music sputtered out. Not just snapped off, but sputtered, making crisp, raspy sounds as it faded and then vanished completely.

Hey! He shouted at no one in particular.

Sirius XM never sputtered out; never got

interrupted. That's why he paid the big bucks to keep it when his thirty-day trial expired. That never happened.

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He glanced at his Google Nexus screen that was duplicated on the dash of his car. Nothing. He had it set for auto camera in case of accidents, or something cool he could flood the You Tube and Snapchat waves with.

Today seemed just like any other boring day, except now he had no music.

He slammed a palm against the dash of his screen, the same time as thousands of other angry drivers were doing the same thing up and down the windy stretch of the 405.

What the... He started to curse, when the entire road ahead of him whipped upwards like a coil of hose being snapped free.

People screamed in horror as cars, trucks,

motorcycles, trucks, and diesels flew end over end high into the air, their drivers flinging hands helplessly from their windows, trying to make sense of what was happening.

And that's when the coiled hose reached him.

First his coffee mug went flying, then himself. He pondered his luck at that moment as he flew head over heel from his car, which had conveniently opened for some reason, and he passed through crowds of other drivers, also spinning in the air, but for some reason 8

never touching one another. Of all the crazy things he ever thought might happen, his Nexus phone flew right next to him. Don't ask why. He grabbed it. Even dying idiots can dream he thought as he turned on its camera.

Someone's going to get one helluva rating from this!  He thought.

Then he saw the huge mouth opening. It was the most horrible and scary thing he had ever seen. It had razor sharp teeth made of glowing stars, and it flowed as if it weren't solid, as if it were some kind of computer-generated image being designed in real time.

It blurred in and blurred out, it shivered and shook, it extended flaming curls of beautiful color and swirls of lambent fires. His eyes widened in awe, and he forgot to hold onto his phone as he and hundreds of others were drawn into that gigantic mouth. Sucked into its vast cosmic maw like flies up a vacuum hose.  He thought poetically.

He laughed at the analogy. That was the last thing he remembered before he reached the mouth.

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Chapter Three: Minding My Own Business

Chess massaged his temples vigorously, striving to get the kinks out of his brain. A funny thing to consider, yes. But his reality at that moment. Patti had just left his apartment. Sad. He was not ready to go to bed. Even sadder. And Bill Maher was not on this Friday night because he was off on vacation or touring or both. He couldn't remember. He only knew he was frustrated.

And sad.

Patti had made him feel good. She always succeeded at that. She was kindhearted and caring. This made her a great principal for her school. She never pushed the teachers to be something they weren't. Consequently, students weren't pushed either. She sought to get everyone to find their niche, their groove and then pour in the love.

He smiled as he continued rubbing. Sounds

hippyish, but it's true. She really wanted everyone to discover and reinvent themselves...especially the kids.

That's how he had first met her. He had been hired by the school district on an emergency bill that took in anyone with any kind of professional background of 10

experience and a decent college degree. He had both. He had more Doctorates than he could count on one hand.

He had been hired by the Black Sector of the U.S.

Government to refit and reverse engineer the saucers beyond Nellis Air Force Base in Area 51. Mission accomplished. That had earned him a trophy of a gold watch and men in black watching his every move in case he decided to get frisky with what he knew.

He didn't. Get frisky. But he did get even. One thing he couldn't stand was having his personal rights dissected daily as to whether they were exercisable or not. Consequently, he had used something no one knew about, but him. He hoped. His ability to work with fractals.

He hadn't told anyone yet, but that's how he had figured out how the flying discs worked. They didn't use time and space energies...like nuclear fission, or vulgar fuels like liquid oxygen and hydrogen. They used exotic dark matter and... Fractals. He gave them the secret of the dark matter. It didn't matter. He smiled at his own inside joke.

What mattered was the fractal side of it. He got the ships off the ground and flying because he reconnected their ethereal bodies...yup, even physical objects have 11

ethereal bodies...and thus they need a steady influx of dark matter and fractals as well.

Since there was no known way by the military how to input fractals as a fuel source...yet...his help with the dark matter had been enough to satisfy them. They'd find bigger brains than his to figure out the fractal side of things.

Good luck on that one, he thought to himself with amusement. You either had the key built into your genetic code or you didn't.

He did.

So, everyone had congratulated him, shook his

hand, given him a promotion, a huge salary and then sent him off into retirement so the military could figure out what to do next...like blowing up the Chinese or the Russians,