Transmat Faliure
  
Transmat Faliure
Published:
6/13/2012
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E-Book (available as Mobi files) What's This
ISBN:
978-1-46890-640-0
In the beginning God said let there be light, and my head exploded. Thus our hero, Frank Young is trying to earn a few bucks as a lab rat to help pay his way through college, He finds he no longer is sitting in a lab in Houston. He has materialized naked in a world of slavery and barbarity. An alternate time line where his first acts are to save some women from slave traders and develop indoor plumbing. As he tries to adapt to his new world he suddenly is back in Houston. Twice more he ventures to another place, each different yet similar. One in the distant past, one in the future. Join him as he battles slavery, hate, and evil while finding strange happenings link him to the same three women, over and over. NASA is trying to develop matter transfer, dumping billions of dollars into various universities to find something like the transporters on Star Trek because intelligence rumors say the Chinese have already done it and they could materialize vast armies on U.S. Soil in a blink of an eye. Frank is a nobody battling to get through college and earn a few bucks in the process so he becomes a volunteer, knowing others died already.
Once more, the count hit one and my head exploded. Once more, I was sitting naked, only this time it was on concrete, cold concrete at that. I heard a buzz then a flying thing with two short arms said, “Citizen, identify.” I had no idea where or when I was, but I was on a busy street and was definitely the only naked person there. The flying sphere said again, “Citizen, identify.” “I'm Frank Young,” I said. “Where am I?” “Identification number please,” said the machine. I took a guess and rattled off my social security number. “Incorrect ID, improper dress code. Please wait for a police cruiser,” it said, as cold as could be. People stopped and stared. I covered myself with my hands, for what good it did. I was going to run, but a car that said, ‘POLICE’ pulled up just then and two men got out. “Well, do you believe this? And in the middle of the day, too. Okay buddy, what is your excuse? Mugged? Drugged?” he asked me. “Not sure. Where am I? None of this looks familiar to me,” I told them. “Umm humm, well come on Tinkerbell, get in the car.” Meanwhile the other officer told the people to disperse, that there was nothing to see. After a sheet of blue paper was placed on the back seat, I was secured atop it. I think we rode for about twenty minutes until we entered an underground garage. I hadn't been handcuffed, so I maintained cover over my private parts as I was led through a door. My neck hairs bristled as we entered a long hallway. Coming toward us was a female cop towing a guy in full hand and ankle shackles. She saw me and snickered, but it was what I saw behind her that caused me to react. I shoved her against the wall just as two men opened up with pistols from the back. One of my guards was hit and so was I, but as I fell, I managed to trip the guy in shackles who had started to run assisted by the two shooters. I vaguely remember hearing more shots, but the world before me was turning to a white sheet.
Born in the post war era of 1947 and raised in the farm country of upstate New York, MF Burbaugh saw ground level life and death. Joining the Army in 1966 and spending almost two years in Vietnam, he added to that grounding of reality, and after 21 years in the Army he now resides with his wife of forty-two years in El Paso, Texas. He writes in the sci-fi/fantasy genre but has a collection of short stories based in the 1860s of a humorous western genre. Other work by this author: Circle of Seven- fantasy- Amazon and B & N- Paperback and eBook We Were Legends- SciFi-Amazon and B & N- Paperback and eBook Avoiding the Searchers- SciFi- serial-SQmag.com (Free e-zine)
 
 


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