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Thadd Evans


I live in a nondescript three bedroom apartment in San Francisco, a place that is located on a busy street. During the day, I work in market research, conducting phone surveys and recruiting for focus groups. On my days off, I write. Because I've studied Chaos Theory, quantum mechanics, psychology, language, robotics and artificial intelligence for years as a hobby, these topics show up in my science fiction novels.

Email : thadde@concentric.net

Website : http://thadde.cnc.net/w/wr.html

Brynin

Written By: Thadd Evans
Series: Brynin #1
Published By: Devine Destinies
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This is the story of a cloned man, the captain of a space transport ship, a freed slave, Jason_664. In the...

The robot got to his feet, facing me. A laser beam shot out of its forehead—hit my face, blinding me with a bright light. I closed my eyes and stood still, waiting for the robot to kill me by burning a hole in my head.

Gradually, the light darkened. Now there was a small hot spot on my chest. I opened my eyes and looked down. Not far from my neck, the robot lowered its head slightly, and the laser beam moved up the center of my chest. I stayed in one spot, trying not to provoke the android while the hot spot started burning my skin.

As the pain increased, I clenched my teeth. At the same time, the beam spread out until it was five inches in diameter. The beam moved to the right, and went down to my hips, and shut off.

For some unknown reason, the robot marched toward its original position. After arriving there, it pivoted, and faced ST7.

I took a deep breath, relieved, and glanced down. Sakra hadn’t moved. His mouth was wide open, both eyes staring into space.

Wanting to know if he had a pulse, I stooped, and touched his wrist.

Nothing.
 

This is the story of a cloned man, the captain of a space transport ship, a freed slave, Jason_664.


In the distant future, The OTA Corporation, an organization that is spread across many planets, has created elite clones called the C. The C, the smartest humans that have ever lived, fly and maintain OTA’s starships. This is the story of one of them, Jason 664, a freed slave, a man who longer has to work for OTA.
 
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Brynin 2

Written By: Thadd Evans
Series: Brynin #2
Published By: Devine Destinies
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In the distant future, the OTA Corporation, an organization that is spread across many planets, has created elite...

We finished our meal. Yar removed a tablet from her pocket. A screen came out of the side of the device and started floating. Close to the top of the screen, one that glided toward Yar’s face, text brightened. Mii, on. Yu on. Way oh.

I rubbed my chin. “What does that statement mean?”

“It’s a Niil poem called Onily. I’ll read it.

“Umber swept away

“Yes Menot

“Embers speak

“Yes Massi.”

I glanced at her. “I don’t understand it.”

“It’s a rough English translation. Eighty thousand years ago, an asteroid hit Onily, a moon that orbits my home planet, Dusik. Within a month, from the North Pole to the South Pole, Dusik’s tides changed. Menot, an Embers Congressional member, said that like the tides, the Niil needed to change, remain open to new ideas. Otoq, a colleague, agreed with Menot.”

I nodded. “It’s an interesting poem.”

“Yes. However, there are some drawbacks. Although Menot, a great poet manipulated his Heta waves, infrared light, by breathing in specific rhythms, it’s difficult to translate them into English, Qoowo, Aito, Turon, or any other language.

“There is another concern. Some Heta waves smell like the ocean. When you sniff others, the odor reminds you of a forest.”

I raised one eyebrow. “Translating Niil into English is tough.”

“Definitely.

“Several years ago, my brother, Ro, told me about a journey through the Ydnn Forest. Halfway through the story, his Heta waves, a group of patterns, morphed until they resembled leaves. The patterns smelled like cedar.” Yar paused.

“I don’t understand, but it sounds interesting.”

“Someday, you might grasp what his poem is saying.”

In the distant future, the OTA Corporation, an organization that is spread across many planets, has created elite clones called the C. The C, the smartest humans that have ever lived, fly and maintain OTA’s starships. This is the story of one of them, Jason_664, a man who no longer has to work for OTA.

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Brynin 3

Written By: Thadd Evans
Series: Brynin #3
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Jason’s space transport ship reaches Icir, a crowded planet, a place no one aboard has been to before. A...

Yar’s voice came out of my earplugs. “Jason, Greg, Nianda may need medical attention. She usually sleeps for eight hours. A moment ago, after noticing that ten hours have gone by since she went to bed, I tried to wake her by touching her shoulder, but she didn’t respond.”

I turned on autopilot, a device that would take over for a short time. “We’ll be there in a moment,” I promised.

Both of us entered the passenger compartment.

Yar, who was standing next to Nianda, turned toward us. “For the last nine days, Nianda has complained several times, saying she’s taken a lot of pills to get rid of headaches.

“Yesterday, I asked her if we could help. She said that only an RSS, a Robotics Surgical Specialist, could replace the frozen biopolymer tubes in her lungs. Then she told me she would search for one when we reached Icir.”

I scowled. “I just sent an email to a galactic air controller, asking him to help us find an RSS. The moment he responds, I’ll tell you.”

Yar nodded. “Thank you.”

As Greg and I headed for the bridge I thought about the RSS, medical professionals with difficult jobs. Every cable inside an HBE was different. Biopolymer tubes oxygenated blood along with other fluids.

Although Humans, Aito, and other races’ lungs made oxygenation seem easy, it wasn’t. For millions of years, red and white blood cells, telomeres, nerve endings, dendrites, and countless other cells had evolved to make maximum use of oxygen. As a result, Humans’ and other races’ bodies lived longer.

Humans, Aito, and other sentient races had created artificial lungs to extend their lifespans for over two centuries. Despite many successes, those lungs broke down and had to be replaced by a RSS. But if they inserted the wrong biopolymer tubes that obstructed cell regeneration, Nianda might die immediately—or she would pass away in several days, weeks or months.

There was another issue, an old one. Did Nianda have enough money to pay for her operation? I couldn’t afford it. I stuck my hand over my tablet, sending a text message to all the passengers.

Yeliv’s voice, a quick response, came out of my earplugs. “Jason, none of us has enough money to help Nianda with her medical bills. All of us are sorry.”

“I understand.”

Greg shook his head. “Jason, I apologize, but I can’t afford to help Nianda either.”

Death by poverty—as I said, an old problem.

Jason’s space transport ship reaches Icir, a crowded planet, a place no one aboard has been to before.
After a long trip through deep space, they need to find a safe planet to live on. Is this one at war?
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Faasp Hospital

Written By: Thadd Evans
Published By: Extasy Books
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In the near future, a software engineer, a new employee who works in a hospital, struggles to find time for romanc...
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In the near future, a software engineer, a new employee who works in a hospital, struggles to find time for romance.
 
Will his potential girlfriend lose interest because he spends too much time at work?
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Leaving Blue 5.1

Written By: Thadd Evans
Published By: Devine Destinies
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A journey to the stars.   Captain Frim and the crew aboard Exp 1, a starship that is on an explorator...

It was the year 1501. We had orders to take our star ship, Exp One, on a scientific expedition, bound for a planet named D36. EMPE, the Executive Management branch of Physicists and Engineers and the global government agency that had sent us on this mission, had instructed me alone to open a top secret manila envelope when our ship drew close to D36.

Although EMPE had given us an adequate food and water supplies, there wasn’t much left, because we had taken longer routes, safer ones.

Our navigator, an astrophysicist named Dr. Thomas Harn, and his assistant, Dr. Jen Emen, an astronomer, had been studying this planetary system, trying to find a main-sequence star, because in many cases habitable planets orbited this type of celestial body. Within the last four days, after decelerating, we were closer to a world named E4.

Before going into its orbit, Exp One would pass two moons, then inspect a four-hundred-foot-diameter indigo ship. Although that vessel hadn’t responded to our messages, if anyone was aboard, they might share food.

On my vtp—a a cell phone-like voice, texting, video portable communicator—Steve’s, Lisa’s, Bette’s, Wanda’s, Roger’s, Larry’s and Seth’s names enlarged. In the last three hours, none of them had responded to my emails. Something was wrong.

I spoke into my vtp, telling Thomas about the fact that they weren’t paying attention to my recent messages.

His face appeared on the device. He blinked. “Understood. An hour ago, I sent emails to Susan, Rita and Marie. But they haven’t replied. Perhaps they’re too busy.”

“Meet me in Steve’s room in ten minutes. We need to get to the bottom of this.”

“Will do.”

I thought about Susan, a Microbiologist. Because of my busy schedule, we rarely spoke.

About two weeks ago, for the first time in months, Rita, a Software Engineer, a woman who was well versed in using strange attractor formation in G forces to create star charts, spoke to me about several galactic maps. Although I wanted to talk to her more often, both of us had too much to do.

A journey to the stars.
 
Captain Frim and the crew aboard Exp 1, a starship that is on an exploratory mission, headed for the planet D36, must take an alternate route and land on E4, a planet where a race of beings called the Reen live because the crew is running out of  food.
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MPStation 4

Written By: Thadd Evans
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Michael Brin, a homicide detective who has recently been transferred to mpStation-4, a remote space station, is se...

There were five thousand Qooyo words for pain, three thousand for death in darkness, five hundred for being buried alive. Eventually, many miners became addicted to drugs, including Ente. But most of their stories were hard to translate.

I put away my tablet and ate. A woman in a turquoise jumpsuit entered the room. Without warning, she jumped onto the opposite end of the table and twirled and faced the door. Suddenly, the female in turquoise pulled out a knife and crouched.

The door opened. A stout Qooyo miner entered and headed toward the woman in turquoise. At the same time, she lunged at him. Both fell on the floor. Halfway down the table, the chrome woman stood, blocking my view. I got up.

The woman in turquoise swung at the stout miner—her knife missed his arm and she stumbled onto the floor. The dark tan lady moved in front of me. I leaned to the right as her adversary punched the woman in turquoise, striking her face and she crashed to the floor. After reaching down, he dragged her limp body into the passenger compartment.

Why did he punch her?

Someone else in the room might know. I aimed my tablet at the three Qooyo miners and my blank screen appeared. Their firewalls were on, the tablet couldn’t decipher what they were saying. I aimed the tablet at the bearded miner, hoping to find out why the other miner had punched the woman.

Text read. Srn, Kep, rin, meaningless phrases caused by jamming scrolled and faded.

More text enlarged. Dansra, sa, nex... Nonsense. Suddenly, it vanished.

I aimed the tablet at the tall miner. The screen remained blank.

I pointed the tablet at the female with a tiny nose.

Text scrolled. Diin knew, rin, kah. A translation popped up. You don’t have any money either.

I aimed it at the three women and ... white noise, encrypted conversations enlarged.

Then I pointed it at the woman in metallic blue. The screen remained black, blank. Text appeared. It, cah, min, yes, cah min. A translation enlarged. Why didn’t you tell me before? You’re a fool. Then this meaningless conversation dissipated.

A pop up alert slid across the screen. Mode 15, Mode 16, Mode 17. The woman in blue kept switching modes, blocking my attempts to find out why the miner had punched the woman. I put the tablet away and ate.

 

Michael Brin, a homicide detective who has recently been transferred to mpStation-4, a remote space station, is sent to investigate a new murder. According to his partner, Jensen, who is already at the scene of the crime, a man’s body has been found in an alley, his throat slashed. There are no eyewitnesses. Jensen says that the victim, Jeffrey Wright, owned a cloned woman, a companion named Deat. She is missing. After arriving at the scene and inspecting the body, Jensen tells Brin that he should go to Sartex headquarters, the biotech firm where Deat was created, and talk to Supervisor Wilson, a man who might know where she is. As Tracker Brin drives toward Sartex, he wonders if Deat killed Jeffrey because she wanted his money. Then Brin begins searching the Sartex database, trying to find out more about the companions, cloned human lovers, but discovers the need for a password. The only way to get any more information is by speaking to Supervisor Wilson, face to face. What will Brin discover after he enters Sartex headquarters?
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Portal 2212

Written By: Thadd Evans
Series: The Portal #1
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Darius and his friends, occupants aboard an alien space ship, one these cloned humans landed on when they were inf...

Next to LR2, several feet above the floor, a 3 D holographic replica of PRG, her supine figure, materialized. Much to my surprise, the replica’s skin began sagging, the results of aging. In an instant, the replica turned to dust.

PRG scowled. “I don’t want to grow old that fast.”

LR2’s tiny mouth got bigger. “This is only a simulation, a teaching tool that shows what would have happened if you used the old chambers. Because the device’s neural networks were outdated, microtubules, micron size structures within your cytoskeleton, were adapting slowly.

So we created new chambers. As a result, every one of you will live longer. Unfortunately, because you are the first humans IN5 has ever encountered, I can’t tell when you will die of old age.”

Greg tapped his fingers against his teeth. “That was an extremely detailed replica. Is it based on x-rays and Doppler imaging?”

Near the bottom of LR2’s forehead, floating point numbers moved across a screen. “No. After discovering that those modes alone don’t provide enough accurate information, IN5’s software decided to use absorption spectropy, a instrument that can detect the sound of turbulent blood, a beating heart, cell division and every sound the human body makes, all the time, not intermittently.”

Darius and his friends, occupants aboard an alien space ship, one these cloned humans landed on when they were infants, is headed for an unknown destination.

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Portal 2901: Part 1

Written By: Thadd Evans
Series: Portal #1
Published By: Devine Destinies
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The DNA of cloned humans, inhabitants of a dying planet, was placed aboard a spaceship. The craft landed on a smal...

The early morning sky was clear, without a cloud. Close to the horizon our sun, the star S4, was shining brightly. My thoughts shouldn’t have been so somber.

All thirty of us twenty-year-olds had been living on this small island, Hopely, in Ori’s northern hemisphere, for most of our lives.

When all of us were sixteen, everyone began dating. Just over three hundred sixty-five days ago, each couple moved into their own tent because they wanted more privacy.

I thought about our guardians, three four-foot tall male human-like robots, Onen, Dost and Tryss, silver androids whose tiny internal nanomotors, photonic computers, photonic conduits, and cables rarely malfunctioned and were easily repaired. I wished I knew who had created those brilliantly well-designed robots.

Another topic crossed my mind. For several years, our interferometric telescopes had picked up radio signals, messages coming from a mountaintop about 22 miles from us, beyond a channel. One signal, “Ri Na ii,” confused us. We couldn’t tell if it was the name of a planet or a star. Unfortunately, the rest of the signals resembled the first one. According to Onen, our telescope’s software, an application that searched through 310 language databases, including English and Gost, couldn’t translate anything.

There was another mystery. The messages were sent out randomly, not on any specific day. According to our galactic charts, just over 2,104,000 miles from us, there was a planet named Biuus. Had we picked up part of several messages that came from Biuus? Perhaps we had only picked up the lower end of the radio-interferometric spectrum.

Other signals were sent to a location that was close to Ara, a star. Unfortunately, the telescope created hazy star maps. It was impossible to tell if the messages had been sent to a moon or a planet.

Was a human, an alien or a robot transmitter sending out a beacon, hoping we would find the source of the signals? Or were they trying to speak with someone far away?

There was another possibility—perhaps the signals were a warning, telling us to stay away from the mountain.

Onen came up to me and said, without preamble, “Fiman, now that you are old enough, it is my duty to tell you more about Dr. Upton’s plans. You must discover the source of the signals. His team sent you into this universe because they wanted everyone on Hopely to meet other sentient beings. Although we haven’t met anyone yet, we must not lose sight of our goal. Everyone should leave this island because we need to learn more about Ori and the adjacent planets. Every couple on Hopely must eventually have children. They should interact with other races and have children. The loss of Laiplen’s entire population must not be repeated.

“First, you must find out whether Ori is stable. Are there any active volcanoes that can destroy the planet? Is it about to enter an ice age? You must find more than one stable planet.”

The DNA of cloned humans, inhabitants of a dying planet, was placed aboard a spaceship. The craft landed on a small island, one located on a  new world. Now that these refugees are older, they must find a better place to live.

Will these refugees survive?
 
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Portal 2901: Part 2

Written By: Thadd Evans
Published By: Devine Destinies

Portal 2901: Part 3

Written By: Thadd Evans
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Portal 2901: Part 4

Written By: Thadd Evans
Published By: Devine Destinies

Shock the Watcher

Written By: Thadd Evans
Published By: Extasy Books
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America has lapsed into a fascist state. Television, newspapers, the radio, movies and the internet are censored....
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America has lapsed into a fascist state. Television, newspapers, the radio, movies and the internet are censored. Continental Security guards, government agents, are abducting citizens at night. Several are afraid because they feel they are being watched.
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