A Sci Fi Comedy With Laughable Lab Experiments
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The revolution has started — and the leader is drinking through it.
Faced with an uprising, Manifesto The Great turns to the only person he can trust- his mother, but she has only days to live.
With an army of malfunctioning Mae West robots and a committee as innovative as a sock puppet, Manifesto The Great loses control. And as his city falls into the hands of Fanny and her rebels, the grieving leader retreats to his cocktail bar.
High on a cocktail of hormonal meat and hemp cocktails, Manifesto The Great turns to his committee for advice. But they have other plans, mainly to bat with the winning team…
Will he rise to command again, or go down in history as the man who lost a planet from behind a bar?
The Downfall Of Manifesto The Great is the second in the Planet Hy Man comedy series. If you like Terry Pratchett's satire and Douglas Adams' absurdity, then buy today and buckle up for the farce of the century.
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Tropes: Fish Out of Water, Good Robots, Library of Secrets, Past People/Future Tech, Wise Mentor
Word Count: 40000
Setting: Planet Hy Man
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
Tropes: Fish Out of Water, Good Robots, Library of Secrets, Past People/Future Tech, Wise Mentor
Word Count: 40000
Setting: Planet Hy Man
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
1935
Beryl was discovered by an elderly reader sitting at the feet of the unfinished statue of her father. Her mother, a woman with painted nails and love for lying in bed, had passed away moaning about her caffeine not being “hot enough.”
Beryl had two choices.
To be swallowed up by the family groomed for a good match or do as her mother suggested and “run away.”
She got as far as the courtyard of greatness and realized running away with nowhere to run was as stupid as the headless statue where she now sat.
“Sit at his feet,” she’d tell Beryl, usually while Beryl was making her comfortable in bed, “it will lead to things.”
Like what? thought Beryl.
She had watched the sun rise, and now it was going down; was she to sleep here?
READ MOREClutching her rucksack, she thought of a future with “the family,” aunts preening her, telling her what a “no good” her mother was . . .
“Aunts are an Earth’s invention,” her mother used to say, and “you are more him than me.”
She wondered if she should go back, take her chances.
She hardly noticed the reader until he stopped. He looked at the shivering child; her face was familiar, like a colleague he’d worked with years ago in the good old days, when things were easier . . .
She caught his eye. “My mother told me to wait here,” she said.
He looked at her solemn face; she was not even ten.
“At my father’s feet,” said Beryl.
“Squirt was your father?” said the reader.
Beryl nodded.
“And your mother was that woman?” He whistled through his teeth.
Beryl was one of the last to be born from a man; infertility had ripped through the city like a plague of smallpox, and no one knew why, despite the Librarian pointing to the food chain, but then who listened to the Librarian?
He could see she was special. She had the intelligent look of her father and the intriguing face of her mother. A heady mixture for an elderly gent who liked intelligent females that were “easy on the eye.”
Beryl’s father was from the right side of the tracks, who used his head to make profits and mold Beryl’s “gullible” mother before she went, well . . . mad.
The reader, a man with no partner and no desire for one, eyed this slip of a girl.
She had potential; he thought maybe even replace that “I have an answer for everything” LM-2, and god knows Manifesto the Great could sure use a new one of her. Manifesto the Great’s ideas were anything but brilliant; in fact, most pissed off the women, sparking “sit-ins” and “sit-outs”—codes for “no bed-diving,” which Manifesto the Great in his wisdom blamed on the lack of children; perhaps this Beryl could change things?
If he had known what Beryl’s true potential was, he would have sent her to the Art Centre, where children were welcomed, had the freedom to argue, and soon learned it didn’t get them anywhere. But he didn’t; instead, he took her back to the Building of Opulence, placed her under the wing of the Librarian, a decision that in the end was the true downfall of Manifesto the Great.
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