A Sci Fi Comedy With Doggie Robots
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On Planet Hy Man, power is a tug-of-war — and Bette and Beryl are digging in.
Bette, an ex-cleaner with a love for order, is grimly hanging onto her leadership. Champing at her heels, rewriting history is Beryl, a woman so ambitious she has rewritten Planet Hy Man’s Geographic—Manifesto The Great’s legacy.
Manifesto The Great is livid and plans a coup, but the men on Planet Hy Man are way too old and couldn’t give a toss about any legacy.
Will Beryl grasp the leadership, and his legacy be rewritten forever? Or will Bette remain and show him mercy?
The Legacy Of Manifesto The Great is the third 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 an intergalactic farce of a lifetime.
Genres:
Tropes: Band of Misfits, Fallen Hero, Farmer to Royalty, Good Robots
Word Count: 45,000
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
Tropes: Band of Misfits, Fallen Hero, Farmer to Royalty, Good Robots
Word Count: 45,000
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
1945 Earth time
The day the city women took over the city was a day many tried to forget. The city women went mad, rampaging like demented football fans—like wild dogs.
They raged in the streets, spilling into the lobby of the Building of Opulence, stopping at Hubby’s statue. Realizing the pulling down of a statue was probably not a good idea, the women threw dusters instead, and when that felt good—underwear.
“Here, take that,” yelled one. “Yeah!” yelled another.
Until a woman, age undetectable, produced a spray can. Soon they were defacing on par with Fanny’s “procreation graffiti.”
Years of crap sex built up into the sort of crazed drawing of appendages that would have even a porn star blushing. Using every inflammatory word they could think of, they continued until the sun went down and James the Strong’s massive thighs flashed onto the wall.
READ MOREThey stopped with breathless “where did that come from” looks; then, realizing it was merely a Hologram, they continued with their spray-painting. The cleaners who had stormed the room with a view moved through the corridors, finally making their way to the footman’s locker room.
They were heard before seen.
The oaf of a footman charged into the locker room. “ They’ve got him,” he shouted. The footmen, mid changing, stopped. “Who?” said one with a toss of his uniform. “Manifesto the Great,” said the oaf of a footman. “Shit,” said another. “We’re done for,” screeched a voice from the shower.
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