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In the 26th century, the quest for Extraterrestrial Intelligence became very important as human capabilities brought the distant stars into range. It was driven by the desire to prove that they were not alone in the universe. It took an intrepid voyager to risk his life attempting a journey through cosmic wormholes. The seventh mission was the last hope becouse of depleting resources and the immense cost. Sciborg Sam was the last in line.
He leads the adventure into the unknown as mysterious corruption begins to boil on the Earth. Sciborg Sam discovers amazing worlds on the journey while two secret police, Shapinski and Gonzales, work at uncovering the biggest scandal of the century involving the space missions. There is plenty of bloodshed, adventure, mystery and eroticism to keep you spellbound till the very end.

Here is the book behind the legend. Although this is my first stab at Sci-Fi, they are all either sold, taken away in boxloads by MIB or sitting on top of someone's toilet for future reference. I thought editing it meant running it through the effin' spell checker.
     Even so, I got many email letters from people who loved it. Just recently, a fan approached me after a Rock & Roll show and told me of his odyssey that resulted from reading my book. He said that he would read a few pages or a chapter before sleeping and then have lucid dreams of being on another world. He went so far as to say that it was more like Astral Projection. All of the people in his dreams spoke like the characters in my book! What a trip? If that is not a source for more inspiration to write, I don't know what is.
    Of course there was that humorless critic that wrote the bitchiest, most scathing reveiw in the Corn-Hole-icle (Austin Chronicle). She wrote some libelous things about me and labeled me as a racist and a sexist. Funny how this came out of a magazine that peddles all kinds of smut, and the Lucid Dreamer who is black did not punch me out for being "insulting to anyone of color." Oh well, They say Bad Press is still Good Press, but the Austin Chronicle is a major perpetuator of mediocrity in this town. Surprise, surprise, my second book nearing its final editing stages. Look for it here and in stores near you.