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A Swift Kick in the Asteroids

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by Edward Zajac

“Nope.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because his mother is dying,” said Fletcher. “And he needs to be with her.”

  “Oh,” said Aurora, disappointment in her voice. “That’s too bad. I really liked him.”

  “Yeah, well, these things happen,” said Fletcher. “Besides, you still got me.” There was silence over the comm. “Aurora?” There was no response. “Sweetie?”

  “Sorry,” said Aurora, eventually. “I got distracted. What were we talking abo… Uh-oh.”

  “Uh-oh?” said Fletcher. “What do you mean, uh-oh?”

  “Um, you might want to get back here. Devon is doing something strange again.”

  Fletcher sighed. “What is it this time?”

  “I think he’s trying to copulate with me.”

  “You mean, he’s trying to enter the sphere?”

  “No, he’s trying to copulate with the actual ship. He wants to create a human/ship hybrid using himself and…” There was a pause. “And now he’s stuck inside one of the data ports.”

  “Oh, for sun’s sake,” said Fletcher, dragging his hand down his face. “I’ll be right there.”

  ow, if you’ll scroll to section 48g, subsection c…”

  Everyone around the conference table, both virtual and actual, did exactly that, save for one Lerandan who was simply too bored to care. Especially about this bureaucratic shleck.

  He was supposed to be a tech, after all. That’s what it even said on his statement of work. A tech maintaining and servicing equipment as needed. But it said nothing about all the other administrative nonsense. The work orders. And the digiforms. And the meetings. Meeting after meeting where nothing was ever accomplished, just discussed over and over and over again.

  It was frustrating as all shleck.

  “Zag?” said Kerel, from accounting. “Zag?”

  Zagarat looked up. Everyone was staring at him. “Yes?”

  “How are you coming along with the T-190 forms?”

  “Oh,” said Zagarat, suddenly realizing where he was, which was in the middle of a conference room. He glanced down at his datapad. “I should have them done by tomorrow.”

  “That’s not good enough,” said Holuwala. “This isn’t just a flame. This is a full on fire that we have to extinguish now. I want them done yesterday.”

  “Well, I don’t think that’s possible,” said Zagarat, smirking. “Unless, Deus finally created a time shifting device. Now, that would be stellar, wouldn’t it? Could you imagine if you could go back in time and correct all your mistakes, like wearing that jacket to work?”

  Holuwala glanced down at his sports coat. Most sents couldn’t pull off a red tweed jacket with white horizontal stripes and puce vertical stripes. Holuwala was one of those sents.

  Zagarat chuckled at his joke. No one else did.

  The regional assistant manager sat back in his chair, placing his arms on the seat’s armrests in a slow and deliberate manner. “Everyone, give us the room please.”

  As if sensing the gravity of the situation, half of the room immediately blinked out of existence while the rest quickly scuttled outside. Holuwala waited until Alaya closed the door behind her then pushed himself to his feet. Or paws in this case. He was a Tiglen, after all. He then began pacing the room, like a predator slowly stalking his prey.

  “Do you like working here, Zagarat?” he said, his hands clasped behind his back which accentuated the muscles in his chest. “Because you can quit anytime you like. I can find twenty other techs who would be all too happy to take your place.”

  “No, sir,” said Zagarat. “I’m fine. Thank you.”

  Holuwala leaned over the conference table, glaring at Zagarat as if about to pounce at a moment’s notice. “I hope you mean that. Because you haven’t been the same since you returned from vacation. I want the old Zagarat back. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir,” said Zagarat, calmly. He glanced down at his own hands. To his amazement, they weren’t shaking. Holuwala normally scared the suns out of Zag. But not today. Hmm.

  “Good,” said Holuwala, looking rather pleased with himself. “You may go.”

  “Thank you, sir.” Zagarat pushed in his chair and made his way towards the door.

  “By the way,” said Holuwala just as the door swished open. “Good job catching that accounting error. You saved the company nearly half a million credits.”

  Zagarat chuckled to himself. A smarter sent might have handled the situation differently, but not Zag. He didn’t want to keep the credits. He just wanted to return to his old life. So, he transferred the funds back into the Deus account, making up the difference with the credits he had earned from helping Fletcher. Almost all the credits he had earned from helping Fletcher, which only seemed appropriate given his life to this point.

  “Glad I could help, sir.”

  “Well, get going,” said Holuwala. “Those T-190s aren’t going to finish themselves.”

  “Yes, sir.” With a nod, he left.

  Zagarat made his way to his cubicle in Dunin and Dragass, waving perfunctorily to Genna who was too busy playing Warrick Warrior to wave back.

  He chuckled to himself. Suns, it was nice to be home again.

  Zag continued towards his cubicle. Well, it wasn’t exactly nice. Comfortable seemed more appropriate. It was comfortable to be back in a familiar work environment, where everything was nice and predictable, and no one ever shot at you. Oh, they yelled plenty, but they never shot at you.

  Unlike travelling with Fletcher Griff…

  “Mr. Cole?” asked a squat Lerandan courier.

  “Yes,” said Zagarat.

  “A parcel for you, sir.” The courier produced a simple white package from behind his back and handed it to Zagarat. “Have a good day.”

  “You too,” said Zagarat, squinting in confusion. He never received parcels at work. He placed the package on the console and removed the attached note.

  TO ZAGARAT: THE GREATEST TECH IN THE KNOWN UNIVERSE

  LOVE: F AND A

  Zagarat smiled. F and A. That sounded like something Fletcher would write.

  He carefully opened the box and his mouth nearly hit the floor when he looked inside.

  He’d seen prototypes for the Magi Ameiga 9400. But they were all theoretical sketches. But this PCD wasn’t theoretical. This was gold and gleaming and absolutely amazing.

  He slipped the PCD on and the dashboard blinked into life. His eyes grew wide. This was a completely new OS. This was Sigmata, and that wasn’t supposed to come out for years.

  Suns, this was really real.

  The workday continued on as most workdays do: agonizingly slow. There were meetings and forms and meetings about forms. There were corporate fires that burned like supernovas and corporate fires that were doused before anyone was burned at all.

  But none of that matter to Zagarat Cole. He had a PCD. A fabulous new PCD. He even gave her a name. After all, if Fletcher could name his pistol, then Zag could name his PCD.

  Victoria. No, Vicki. He had Vicki.

  And every so often, as he passed a plastiglass window, Zag would gaze out at the universe, beyond the ionosphere, stratosphere, and all the other spheres of Leranda Prime, and think of a sentient ship floating through the universe and of a privateer who was more than what he seemed (and he seemed to be a bumbling idiot). And he would smile.

  First, I’d like to thank my parents and my brother for their endless love and support. I consider myself truly blessed each and every day. Dzięki.

  I’d like to thank my agent, Mark Gottlieb, for his tireless work on my behalf. Every writer should be so lucky.

  This book would not be possible if not for the amazing crew at Curiosity Quills. Thank you to Lisa Gus and Eugene Tiplitsky for taking a chance on an unpublished, neurotic writer. Thanks to Christina Ferko, who had the unenviable job of editing my manuscript. Thanks also to Andrew Buckley, VP of Operations, Nikki Tetreault, Director of Marketing and PR, Clare Dugmore, Social Media Mana
ger, and all the members of Team Curiosity for all your hard work behind the scenes.

  Every writer has a teacher or author who influences them in a profound way and I am no different. I’d like to thank Mrs. Sandy Nagle, my high school English teacher, whose infectious love of Literature impelled a shy, awkward teen to become a shy, awkward writer. And for that, this shy, awkward adult says thank you. My gratitude also to the late Sir Terry Pratchett, the first and only writer to literally make me laugh out loud while reading a book. For that, he will always have a special place in my heart.

  Thanks to Ed, Marek, Dave, and Suzanne for the many laughs together. Friends like you are rare indeed. A special note to my alpha readers, Suzanne and Heidi. No one should be submitted to that sort of literary torture and for that I apologize. Thanks also to Mike and Heidi for your kindness and encouragement throughout this whole process. I am honored to call you family. Also, a special thank you to the Darien Writers Group. Your warmth and insight makes me a better writer with every session.

  And finally, a thank you to you, the reader. As a consumer, I know you have your choice of literary authors and so I’d like to thank you for choosing to read Zajac ProseLines. This book should last about three hundred pages. Please sit back, relax, and enjoy this inaugural flight of fancy. Thank you. Buh-bye.

  Edward Zajac was born in Connecticut. After some encouragement from his high school English teacher, he began writing novels. Bad novels. Horrible novels. Novels that were kicked out of the bottom drawer of his desk because the dirt inside refused to share accommodations with such dross. In fact, beta readers wanted to add those novels to the Geneva Convention as examples of excessive torture. But his writing muscles strengthened with every misstep and he can now stand all on his own. When not writing, he enjoys reading, playing role playing games, board games, video games, and devouring anything written by Terry Pratchett.

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  Appetizer:

  Book Cover

  Title Page

  Quote

  Main Course:

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight


  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Chapter Forty

  Chapter Forty-One

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Chapter Forty-Five

  Chapter Forty-Six

  Chapter Forty-Seven

  Chapter Forty-Eight

  Chapter Forty-Nine

  Chapter Fifty

  Chapter Fifty-One

  Chapter Fifty-Two

  Epilogue

  Dessert:

  Acknowledgements

  Closing

  About the Author

  Copyright & Publisher

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