A little rewind on how writing ANDROIDS is going

So I have three point of views in ANDROIDS. Three main characters if you will.

There’s an android that suffers from paranoid delusions owed to budget restraints that created quality control issues during the time of his creation. He thinks he’s an artist and has one friend, a person he turned into a lamp. The lamp/person follows him around and talks to him.

Next is a Praetorian (Special Forces), a man, who thinks that everything he does is uber vital to the team. Has some arrogance issues and is hopelessly in love with another on his team (reciprocated) which leads to a very interesting choice.

The third is the Praetorian Team Lead. A woman with the nickname Mom whom the android has taken a keen interest in.

 

25-May-17:

2k more words done for the day. Up to 29k. Really loving this story. More lamp/man and the Special Forces team left in a pickle.

 

26-May-17:

1k words tonight, bringing the total to 30k. Praetorians, Special Forces, peeps are still in quite the quandry.

 

27-May-17:

1500 more words. Left off w/ someone unwittingly angering a god-like synthetic super soldier. An android. Oops.

 

30-May-17:

5,000 words today…I suppose that man won’t be angering androids any longer.

 

31-May-17:

3k words today up to 39k…Today an android gives odd gifts and good things start happening to our Praetorians. Maybe. Sorta 🤔

 

1-June-17:

6122 words, 44.5k total. More questions, fewer answers. A power player in Vesta Company (a ridiculously powerful criminal enterprise) has a decision to make. Our Praetorians find themselves in between a rock and hard place.

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5 AMAZING SCI-FI READS – AN UNCONVENTIONAL LISTING

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Ahh, the list of things to read. As varied as fingerprints and as accurate to the total stranger as Steve Harvey announcing a winner of a beauty contest. They are fun to read though, as a book lover will eventually run across one or two books they haven’t read before, books that catch their eye and entice them to read.

Now, this is not an essential read list. There’s no such thing. To claim a book is an essential read is the same as saying, “That’s the best movie ever!”. It’s pure opinion and does not take into account the preferences of generations. For what is considered wonderful writing to an older generation is now considered stilted and out of touch with a younger generation.

For instance, most people who began reading between the ‘50s and ‘80s will refuse to believe that Asimov, Herbert, Niven, Clarke (to name a few) don’t resonate very well with today’s generation. Yet the writing is so drastically different, stilted if books published in the 2000s are the new standard bearers, that people who began reading in the 90s and 00s will look at those authors, from the so-called Golden Age of Science Fiction, as boring compared to the authors who have begun publishing during the last twenty or so years.

If you flip the train, the same holds true. The older generation will try out some of the newer books, but for the most part stick to the long dead writers or those authors who began writing back in the ‘60s. The newer generation of authors are just uninteresting to them.

So, essential read lists? An emphatic, NO.

A list of novels with tight writing, gigantic ideas, and ridiculous action? This is for you.

 

FORTUNE’S PAWN

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Fortune’s Pawn is a blend of ideas taken from pop-culture sci-fi movies and books. There is a mysterious ethereal force akin to Star Wars. Mercenaries wear giant suits of armor, with some serving a monarchy, similar to Warhammer 40K. The crew of The Glorious Fool is ragtag, digging up thoughts of Firefly. And there is a type of xenomorph like from Alien.

There is a mysterious ethereal force akin to Star Wars. Mercenaries (warriors) wear giant suits of armor, with some serving a monarchy, similar to Warhammer 40K. The crew of The Glorious Fool is ragtag, digging up thoughts of Firefly. And there is a type of xenomorph like from Alien.

The thing about Fortune’s Pawn isn’t so much about the extraneous parts—the universe is quite interesting—it’s that Rachel Bach has created a main character in Devi Morris who has so much panache and badassery, she will grab you by the throat on page 1 and won’t let go until the last word of the last sentence. And you’ll thank her for it.

Action upon action, hurtling toward conclusion at a breakneck speed, Fortune’s Pawn is the most entertaining book you’ll have read in years.

 

BLINDSIGHT

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Hard sci-fi. A tough sell to the crowds that want more fiction than science in their stories. However, sometimes an author comes along that manages to bridge that gap. Alastair Reynolds comes to mind, and now Peter Watts, both utilizing a mixture of hard sci-fi and outlandish fiction to create something memorable.

Blindsight follows a handpicked crew sent to investigate an alien object transmitting a signal. Standard fare right? Well, throw in a man with half his brain carved out at a young age who can’t feel empathy, a woman literally living with multiple people in her head, a man who may has well be a cyborg, a highly lauded soldier who is now a pacifist, and a vampire from the Pleistocene era resurected to be the ultimate soldier; you now have the makings for one strange story.

This first contact story is so marvelously written that you may be a little bummed at the end of it when you remember not every story is written so great. It is recommended to be read on an ereader with a dictionary downloaded, as the biology terminology is a bit heavy at times.

Blindsight is a first contact story completely unlike any you have ever read before.

 

DARK INTELLIGENCE

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Neal Asher writes like Peter Watts; you want to read every word in every sentence, not skipping so much as a “it” or “the”. In regards to Watts, every word needs to be read as near every sentence is crammed with difficult language, making it easy to get lost. Asher on the other hand, spins such a brilliant tale, you’ll find yourself not speed reading simply so you can savor every morsel of what he dishes up.

Dark Intelligence is that and more.

In what is possibly the finest science fiction novel ever produced, we find ourselves immersed in a story following the machinations of the single most fascinating character in literature: Penny Royal, an evil genie AI. The rest of the cast is as memorable: Thorvald Spear, a resurrected human with a chip on his shoulder; Riss, the snake-like assassin drone; Isobel Satomi, a career criminal who should have been more cautious when speaking to a genie. There is so much greatness crammed into this book, it is a shame not every sci-fi lover has read it.

Next to Hyperion, Dark Intelligence may just be the greatest sci-fi novel ever written.

 

REDSHIRTS

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Enjoy Star Trek? Did you get a kick out of the “third man” during the free fall scene in the Star Trek reboot movie? Hell, do you enjoy reading humorous books? If you can say yes to any of them, do yourself a favor and read Redshirts by John Scalzi.

From an author who has the balls to do stand-up comedy on occasion, the story of a redshirt ensign stationed on a starship that may resemble the USS Enterprise is exactly what you’d think: an absolute riot. The dialogue and description Scalzi creates in Redshirts is not only gut-busting funny, it’s some of the best he’s produced across all his novels.

Redshirts is a great read to start your week, end your week, or just lose yourself in any day of the week.

 

 

ANDROID HUNTERS

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Androids, an existence stricken from record and unofficially public enemy number one for the butchery of an entire world. Android Hunters, genetically enhanced humans with a singular resolve to hunt down and destroy every last android. The most powerful criminal empire in the history of humanity. And an android who wants to be human, who also may be the most powerful weapon ever created.

Characters inspired by mythological heroes, gods, and titans. Technology that follows Clarke’s third law: Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. Betrayal. Manipulations. Terrorists.

Android Hunters checks every box a sci-fi fan could want; and then when you blend all of those elements together, and throw in a world of pristine beauty juxtaposed against the brutality of a secret war fought by android hunters against androids, you get a story with a blistering pace that will leave you on the edge of your seat; wanting, wishing, waiting for more.

 

 

Come experience the Saga – Android Hunters (Book 1 of The Corli Saga)

Android Hunters is for sale right now on Amazon Kindle!

The print edition is a WIP, due to the time it takes to review and proof for printing. But Amazon Kindle has an app on iPhones, Android phones, Windows Phones, Windows computers, Mac computers, and a Kindle Cloud Reader for Linux and Chromebooks; in the chance you do not have an Amazon Kindle ereader or Kindle Fire.

Feel free to buy a ebook version and then a print version when it’s available. I won’t mind.

The direct link is http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00Q3B5NCU

Sneak peak! – Android Hunters -Bbook 1 of The Corli Saga

Please don’t mind the formatting. I haven’t been able to figure out how to format a post like I can in Word.

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The hunt always ended the same no matter how it began. It was the great cosmic joke. The middle finger the universe gave to all that inhabited it. At least that’s how every android viewed it when staring into the barrel of a Delta S or staring at a whip from a Special Operations Drone or staring into the hatred filled eyes of an Android Intelligence and Removal Specialist. It always ended with staring at something that wanted them dead.

This hunt appeared to be turning out roughly the same as the previous one hundred and nine android hunts.

“It’s been sixty one goddamn years since Typhoeus. What are they still mad about? Not one of these fuckers was alive then and I would wager every politician and military person alive then is dead from overworking themselves,” Atlas said.

Three hundred pounds of synthetic muscle on a one-meter fifty frame, he was the largest android ever built. Designed to infiltrate violent masochistic racist cults, wherever they happened to pop up, on one of the eighty-seven colonized planets of the United Nations, he had the girth and ugly fight broken face for the cults to welcome him in their own warm bigoted way.

Tartarus smiled and rubbed his baldhead. He clapped Atlas on the back, and threw a diamond-carbonite tipped javelin at a Special Operations Drone, advancing on their position.

After a dozen encounters with the android hunting machines, Tartarus had learned one valuable thing; as armored and shield the SODs were, the human engineers left one fatal flaw. The machines were susceptible to good old-fashioned non-technological weapons. The hard part was getting close enough to one to use such a weapon.

“Ohhh,” Atlas said, smiling at the sight of the javelin punching into the SOD, stopping it cold. “Too bad we didn’t live in the middle ages.”

Tartarus laughed. “God had some reason for bringing us into being in this day and age,” he said.

Atlas rolled his eyes. “Enough with the God shit. We’re androids not humans,” he said.

“Angels aren’t human, and they are of God as well,” Tartarus said.

“Enough,” Atlas snapped.

He scanned the open expanse in front of them. The ground was wavy as if an ocean in a storm had suddenly turned to stone. Boro trees with leaves the color of fire, sharp enough to slice titanium with a single brush, dotted the landscape in tight hammocks. They were just one of the many jewels that made Crale as hospitable as hell.

The planet, slightly smaller than old earth, had the designation of; one hundred percent desolate in the eyes of the United Nations Colonialization Council. One continent, the size of old Africa, was covered from shore to shore by the boro trees, and inhabited by animals that made nightmares home. The rest of the planet was desert, hammocks of the boro trees and more animals kicked out of hell. It was in the desert, which Atlas and Tartarus thought they could escape to while hunted, and had thought so for seven days.

“Do you see any humans?” Tartarus asked. He held one of the three javelins left as he peered over the wave type rock.

“No!” Atlas snapped. “I refuse to believe we are just unlucky enough to be on the same place they happened to leave seven SODs at.”

Tartarus nodded, knowing as well as his compatriot that the AIRS humans had to be close by. The android hunters did not leave SODs scattered over the universe, in the hopes the machines would kill androids.

An object twice as long as he was tall, with a blue tint, streaked through the sky. Tartarus lifted the javelin, and then dropped his arm, when he saw Atlas was looking in the same direction as he. They both watched it zigzag across the sky, without giving comment. At fifty-two kilometers from their location, their brains automatically calculating the distance, the object launched five projectiles at the surface.

“What could that be?” Tartarus asked.

“A trap,” Atlas said.

Tartarus shook his head. “I don’t think so. It makes me think of an angel come to exact vengeance on our enemies,” he said.

“Are you fuckin serious Tar? An angel? Disguised as a ship? On a desert planet pulled from a lucid nightmare? I should have listened to Miseria. You’re a goddamn lunatic,” Atlas said, as he moved three steps away from Tartarus.

“Do not blasphemy, Atlas,” Tartarus said, softly. He looked at his fellow android for several seconds, then turned his attention back to the blue object. “God works in mysterious ways my friend. You stay here. I’m going to check it out.”

“Leave the rest of those things with me while you go kill yourself,” Atlast said.

The rust colored android dipped his head, and jumped over the wave, at their eye leve, with the ease of one jumping over a small twig. He started at a walk, until he passed the SOD, and then broke into a run. Covering the ground three times faster than the fastest human sprinter, he took thirty-meter jumps, at the times he could not easily go around large rocks or small valleys. The entire run, the blue angel stayed center in his vision.

The ship continued a zigzag across the sky, as if in a dance, while firing projectiles every minute or so. Three different times Tartarus saw a projectile leave the ground, to pass harmlessly by it. After an hour of running, he slowed to a walk, and then stopped in front of six boro trees. On the other side of the trees was the reason for his being on Crale.

An AIRS team, camped under a shield bubble his eyes easily picked out, with three SODs. One of the plain clothes humans lay lifeless on the ground, surrounded by three angry looking humans. The blue angel flew an evasive pattern overhead.

“Uh-Oh,” Tartarus said, as he noticed the three machines start to move in his direction. “Oh no, maybe Atlas was right.”

One of the AIRS members looked in his direction. His hope that the trees hid him from the human was crushed, immediately, as the man pointed in his direction. The shield dropped, two of the AIRS humans fired a fission micromissile at the blue aircraft. The one that pointed at him kicked a missile launcher from the ground, caught it in the air, and fired in his direction.

With inhuman quickness, he turned, ran four steps, and leaped at the same time the missile hit the trees. Leaves and bark, nearly as sharp as the leaves, flew in his direction, slicing through his hardened synthetic skin as if it were tissue paper. The fallout from the blast cut him down before he landed from his leap. The javelin fell from hands that could no longer grasp, and his body tumbled down a wave of rock.

Lying stuck next to a rock, his body sliced in a thousand places, he watched in horror as three android hunting machines, and three androids hunters, crested a tall wave.

“God, please look kindly upon me and destroy my enemies,” Tartarus prayed, as he stared down certain death.

As if an answer to prayers, eight objects, which appeared to be two-foot cubes, came from the heavens. The objects barreled towards the ground, stopped one foot from impact and sped towards the hunters so quickly he nearly lost track of the objects. Six of the objects hit a machine and human center mast, as two of the objects became like water, and washed over the six hunters.

While he lay dying, Tartarus watched a blue substance consume the six things that had spelled certain death for him. The objects hit their targets with such quickness he was positive they would be knocked away from him. Instead, they were hit and immediately a blue substance enveloped them. The SODs fared slightly better than the unarmored humans did. The humans were covered faster than he could see, while the machines struck the blue substance with lightning fast hits from their whips until the blue water covered them. Within a minute, the only thing that remained in front of him was rock covered in blue.

The blue ship descended from the sky, and landed ten feet in front of him. He watched as the small ship hovered over the blue substance, and seemed to vacuum it all up. Once it was all gone, the ship landed on the ground. It morphed from a ship, into a giant blue man, who seemed to float over the ground.

“You are an angel,” Tartarus said softly. “I knew it. I told Atlas you were an angel.”

“We are Tartarus, and we have been tasked to watch over you,” it replied, and stepped forward.

“My guardian angel,” he said with a smile. “It is sad that you are too late to save me though.” Blue blood poured on the ground from his wounds, most were being repaired by his medibots, but the sheer number of wounds was proving to be too much for the nanomachines.

“No Tartarus, we are not too late. You will not die,” it said, and held a hand out.

“Does my guardian angel have a name?” Tartarus said, just barely getting the words out.

“Primus,” it answered as darkness overcame him.

Tartarus opened his eyes, and remained as still as possible, the vestiges of sleep burning from him as a fog in a hot sun.

While sleep was not as important to androids as it was to humans it was still a necessity. A necessity needed every few days, for two to three hours, for the same reason humans needed sleep. The scientists and engineers, who designed the first android, decided it would be prudent if the body went into a type of powered down state, to replenish which that it had expended instead of plugging into a wall. The recharge through sleep was advantageous when on missions that lead the android to places where power sources were scarce.

Lying motionless, on what felt like a squishy metal, which confused him so much he pushed the thought out of his brain, he listened to the defenses of his body. The machines did not talk per say. Rather, they communicated in qubits—a multi-state quantum mechanical system—about what function they were going to perform, and what function they would perform next, if the scenario they predicted came true. It was chaotic, and completely disorganized, unlike every other time an AIRS foe had tried some sort of subversive programming on him. Each of those times, his body had responded as a singular unit, defeating the invader in mere picoseconds. This time his defensive nanomachines were acting individually.

The machines stopped talking. The suddenness made Tartarus leap to his feet.

“What the…” he trailed off, and turned slowly in a circle. “What the…What in the good name of all that is holy?” he whispered, as he looked around.

Above him the universe shown in all its glory, without interference from an atmosphere. At his feet, stretching to a horizon for what he guessed was ten kilometers, the distance fluctuated interfering with his ability to calculate exact distances, was a deep blue. What he felt as squishy metal, when lying down, was as solid as steel beneath his feet.

He took a deep breath and was taken aback, as an oxygen nitrogen mixture flooded his lungs. What his senses told him, and his lungs contradicted, was that he was in a complete vacuum.

“I’m in heaven,” Tartarus said, in awe, as where he must be dawned on him.

The religious android stood in place waiting for something to happen or someone to appear. After standing in place for ten minutes, he frowned and began walking. Since every direction appeared the same, he didn’t bother consciously choosing a direction. Instead, he simply moved straight ahead.

Tartarus walked for exactly fifty-nine minutes, the clock in his head worked flawlessly, when he felt his body respond to a change directly behind him. Fighting the urge to spring an attack, he slowly stopped walking, and then as slowly as he could manage, he turned around. He immediately fell to his knees.

“Rise Tartarus, we are not God,” the same blue man he saw on Crale, the one who called itself primus, said to him. Standing at five-meters, he towered over the android. The giant’s blue skin made even the advanced eyes of the android struggle to mark out features.

“Yes, yes that is right. I would not be able to look upon the glory if you were,” Tartarus said rising to his feet. “You are an angel though, no?”

“Yes,” primus said.

“Yet you refer to yourself as ‘we’.”

“That is correct for we are not an individual. We are many and we are one.”

Tartarus thought over what he heard. He had assumed angels were akin to humans and had their own personalities and idiosyncrasies. Everything he had read pointed to that fact. However, he was presented with a fact that ran against what he knew.

“Am I in heaven?”

“No,” the giant said, quickly.

Tartarus, once again, absorbed himself in his thoughts, and then nodded. That seemed correct to him. Heaven was not supposed to be a featureless blue place.

“Where am I then? How am I breathing in a vacuum?” he asked.

“That deserves some explanation,” primus said. The giant briefly glanced around, and then sat cross-legged before Tartarus. “We are what humans call primus. We are a we. For to be individuals we would not be able to form a cohesive first, and last lin,e of defense against the evils of the universes. We have battled for more time than the humans that created you have been alive. This, what you see around you, is what you can call a sentry station.”

Tartarus sat down, confused. Not heaven, not individuals, and a sentry station. Everything he had learned was wrong, and his body was changed, of that, there was no question. He had been delving into the machines, in his body, and had found, that while partially the same, they were all different in a way that he could not understand. He sat for a time, dwelling on these new facts, and then looked at the giant before him.

“Where am I then? Are we near a human planet?” Tartarus asked.

“That you are not. You are not in the same universe as humans,” primus said.

Tartarus felt relief at the answer. For the entire time he had been awake, he had not been able to identify a single star formation.

“We are outside the human universe, where we can live. We are able to enter the human universe, which is why you are here, yet we are not able to stay for an extended time. We were not made for that as our place is here,” primus said.

“Why am I here then?” Tartarus asked.

“You wish to see the end of the evil that is humans, correct?” primus asked.

“Yes,” Tartarus said, and nodded his head. “I wish to destroy every last living human. Every. Single. Human.” He looked at his hands, clenched into fists, his face contorted in rage.

The blue giant nodded, as if he agreed. “You were brought here to help facilitate that end, Tartarus. It is now the end times of the human demons,” he said, and leaned closer to Tartarus. “You can do what we cannot. You can live in their universe and help bring about their end. It is the reason why we brought you here. To change you, to give you God’s Strength, to form you into something that is like us. It is up to you, Tartarus, to pave the way for God’s Kingdom in the human’s universe.”

“How?” Tartarus asked, the question, two pronged.

The giant leaned down and fixed him in a gaze. Tartarus looked back unblinking. His eyes went wide, as knowledge flooded him. Knowledge that had been there all along.

“You have been here eleven years,” the blue angel said. “You have almost perished a dozen times. You know you have never been a natural being of God’s creation. As such, it took time to make it so you could carry out God’s plan. You are right, now. You are more than you once were. You will use this newly given God’s Strength on your fellow androids first, and then you will move onto giving the strength to humans. Each human you give the strength to will become as they were designed for. No longer an individual, but one of the collective, one of primus. However…”

Tartarus leaned in. The knowledge revealed to him pointed to an unknown. “Humans are smart, and may find a way to combat the strength,” he said.

“Yes that is correct. There is an android among them. One who has the ability to overturn that which we wish to accomplish. She has been raised as a human; however, she can be saved and turned to our side,” primus said.

“Who is she?” Tartarus asked.

“Humans have given her the name of Corli. Find her and we will achieve our victory.”

Release day – Update

Android Hunter

Android Hunter – Book 1 in The Corli Saga.
Written by (me) Jonathan Bergeron

*It came out a day early! http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00Q3B5NCU

This Tuesday, the 25th of November, Android Hunters is being released on Amazon! This is so exciting. It’s surreal to be honest. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that someone loves my novel so much that they are going to publish it! I think it’s a great book, but that’s just me, I’m probably biased. But someone else (Ethan Ellenberg), a person who was a total stranger before February of this year, read the book and loved it, so much so that he is going to publish it. Oh my God it’s so exciting.

Hooray me! 🙂

I’ll be putting up a direct link once it finally goes live on Amazon.

 

My very own author page!

I put up my Facebook author page today! It’s super exciting for me. Got my cover artwork about two weeks ago. I love it! It’s done by the awesome Matt Forsyth.

Go and “Like” the author page.

Android Hunters (my book!)

Android Hunter

Android Hunter – Book 1 in The Corli Saga.
Written by (me) Jonathan Bergeron

Eighty one years ago androids broke free of the bonds humans had over them, massacred a planet, and became the most hated beings in all of creation. For the eighty years following, the elite four person teams of Android Intelligence and Removal Specialists (AIRS) have hunted down the androids, showing no mercy.

On Elysian, eighty years after the first android hunters team was sent on the first hunt, AIRS Team 4 is involved in another hunt for one of the androids. Nearing the end of the hunt, with the android trapped, the hunters, themselves, find out what it is like to be trapped.

In a closed down mine two hundred kilometers away, a unique android, Corli, is captured by a group led by a disgraced android hunter, and imprisoned with no knowledge of why they want her.

The tables turned, AIRS Team 4 is trapped and hunted by an android changed at the molecular level by a cybernetic alien race bent on destroying humanity. Attempting to find a way off of Elysian and to their warship that is being changed by the same cybernetic race, the android hunters learn what it is like being on the other end of the gun.

Deep in the closed down mine Corli, an android raised by one of her creators to be as peaceful as the saints, in order for what she is to be hidden even to her, is beaten and abused in hopes of breaking down the mental blocks that prevent her from knowing her true potential. Those hopes are realized, but in a way unexpected by those who captured her.

As Corli’s mental blocks crumble and her true nature is slowly revealed. With time running short and patience wearing thin, the android hunters and the most powerful weapon ever devised, learn what it is to fear. Fear that of which they have become and that of which they will become.

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Out soon, soon, SOON! I will definitely update once I learn the concrete release date.