Try My Machines

They're plugged-in, connected, and in love.

I’ve done something I thought I’d never be able to do. I’ve written a science fiction book. It started off as a short story, but as I worked on it, I discovered I had more to say than I had thought. In fact, it’s a novel since it meets all the criteria. 

Novel: an extended work of narrative fiction usually written in prose. The average word count typically falls between 70,000 and 100,000 words.

The book is  Try My Machines.  It tells the story of an average guy, Rob, in the year 2265, who finds himself struggling to fit into a society whose rules work for everyone but him. And that’s not easy when everyone is super stoked about the latest gadgets and gizmos. But he has some good friends to help him out, even if other people think they're losers. In the end, Rob must make some tough decisions that will change his life forever.

The book started out as a very serious, no-laughs story of government intervention and war. But humor kept creeping in and became an integral part of the story. The blend of seriousness and absurdity reflect how I view the world today.

So, where can you buy this book? It will be available on Amazon in both print and digital. The story was completed two years ago, but one of those years was spent creating the book's 40 illustrations. Now, all that’s left is the cover. However, due to deadlines with my commercial work, Try My Machines has been put on hold. I'm hoping to finish the cover soon and have the book published this fall.

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Here’s an excerpt along with a few interior illustrations. All hand drawn using vintage-style digital newsprint brushes for a cool retro look.

The lines at Liftoff are filled with hundreds of Basics weaving in and around a maze of queue barriers, all anxious to let off some digital steam. Its dome-shaped structure, supported by tall metal fins and single tubular column, stands alone in a cracked concrete field of weeds and discarded food sticks.

Rob meets 2Silas9 for the first time as he and JaQ stand in line at Liftoff, the hippest club in the city. . .

Just then a face pops in between the two of them. In a high pitched voice, he shouts, “Electric b’zectric my quazlo pals! Who’s ready to get all wired up?!”

It is 2Silas9, grinning wide and dressed like a circuit board dipped in marbleized paint. He is wearing a brim. Not a hat. Just a small, round brim of a hat. It is hard to tell the PBIs implanted up and down his arms apart from the psychedelic-colored suit. It all seems to be one. Surprisingly, he has only one small PBI visible on his temple above his right eye. His hair is slicked down in parts and jutting out wildly in others. He is wearing a pair of boots with suspenders attached to their outer sides, running through loops in his pants, connected to a copper-colored tubular belt. You would have to be blind not to see him.

“Looking roticulous, 2Silas9!” JaQ exclaims. “Almost as roticulous as me and Rob here!”

Pointing at himself and then to Liftoff, 2Silas9 proclaims, “I am here to be there! Time to get wired and plugged in!” 

He inhales a large drag of energy vapor through a PBI-STRAW, then turning to Rob, he shouts, “Robby-lectric! How’s it charging? First time, first time, always the best time!”

Rob does not quite know what to make of 2Silas9. He has met his share of peculiar characters, but 2Silas9 may be the most peculiar. Before he can reply, 2Silas9 looks him up and down, smirks, makes double pointy fingers at Rob, and declares in an unnaturally low voice, “Looky at you, dressed to overload!”

“I dress to impress,” Rob says with a smile.

“And that you do. That you do. Be your own man. I can download that!”

Rob suddenly feels the night may end up all right after all. Despite the first impression, 2Silas9 seems like an ok guy.
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​JaQ turns his collar down, revealing a shiny new PBI. “Hey, Si-9! Check out my new ‘66!”

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The satellites slowly drift, occasionally bumping into one another, then softly floating away in a seemingly never-ending pointless game of tag.

Still staring into space, he raises his arm and points above Rob’s head. Rob struggles to twist back and forth to see what’s there.

No AI was used to write or illustrate this book. All text and  illustrations are 100% human-created.