We asked the Ranger if he would need a ride back to the city spaceport.
He said, " I had already made arrangements, as a matter of fact I must be leaving shortly."
Then he went over to talk to a few of the men before leaving. He told us he would be in touch shortly and gave me a two-way communicator. As soon as he stepped outside a small ship to shore transport landed and took him away.
I said to Owsee, "that Ranger is certainly a good man to know."
Owsee, "yes, he is very helpful as well as resourceful."
“Joy ride”
We both looked at the new speeder the Ranger had brought me.
Owsee said, "I would like to take it out for a spin but you should be first."
I said, "well in that case, let's see what this thing can do."
It had a handlebar grip with straps to put my hands through, and a strap to go around my waist. After locking my legs in place, I flipped the switch on the grip and is bam -- I was off. I pulled up fast to keep from hitting anything and almost did a loop before getting it straightened out. I then zipped and zagged across the sky a bit, before I found the speed adjustment and the hover mode. I brought it down next to the cave and showed Owsee the controls I had figured out. We got him strapped in and he took off in the hover mode and slow forward to start. After getting high enough he hit the boosters and took off over the lake before turning around and bringing it back.
As he landed in front of me and said, "I have got to get one of these for myself."
I said, "well, when I see the Ranger again I'll tell him you want to buy one."
Owsee, "please do. This could save me so much time in getting around."
I said, "plus it's a lot of fun."
Owsee, "plus it's a lot of fun."
The end?
By R. Miller
words 90, 988
To whom, I.M.C.
I must be a sci-fi fan. For with all the imagination we have, how many of us have bothered to write down the great adventures we perceive in our minds? Somewhere around a million words on paper, I began to ask people, that I knew, if they liked what I was writing. I truly believe, these highly trained professionals, when they told me they were not just shining me on about how great they thought, "The traveler," was. There is no greater joy than being able to read a well written piece of science fiction, that has all the elements in it; except maybe to write it. Getting paid for it, is great encouragement as well. I'm sure a number of people will be able to appreciate the marketability of this fine story. In a time when finances are tight, for a great number of people, true entertainment for a low price is a blessing. And a book like, "The traveler," could be of great entertainment for those that are looking for a new hot book. The author, "Mr. Robin Miller," is an extremely entertaining 53-year-old, that believes sci-fi is really science prediction. Reading his book may be like a peek into the future, for some. Unfortunately, this book is hard to put down; and so is the writer. You'll love to meet with him at a book signing, and say you met the card that wrote such a thrilling and heart-warming adventure. He’s as entertaining as his books; but takes less time to read. After more than six years, of working on -- the Chronicles of "The traveler, and the loss colony from Earth," Mr. R. Miller believes great writing is only created through hard work. To anyone that does not love, the Chronicles of "The traveler, and the loss colony from Earth," I can only say -- that many do, I know what I love -- I wrote it!
Of course, as writer, I'm not sure my work is ever done. Like with a painting, there just comes a time you need to sign your work and let it go.
Have I mentioned that some of my poetry was published by the international Library of poetry in Maryland? Being a published poet is not merit enough, of itself, to guarantee a new book sale but it don't hurt. You will find some of this poetry in my books.
I certainly hope the above words have answered some of your questions about the writer Mr. Robin Miller and his books, the Chronicles of "The traveler, and the loss colony from Earth."
By R Miller 7/17/09
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