Author: Angus H
Day
Book title: Next You
Universe Series
Publication
Dates: 1) Legacy of
Daddy(Mar 26 2013), 2) Next You Interstellar LLC (Apr 24 2013), 3) Having Nice
Things (May 15 2013), 4) Utopian Estates (Mar 25 2013), 5) Destined for
Something (Apr 22 2013)
Publisher: GMTA Publishing (Imprint: Mythos Press
Genre: Science
Fiction
Erotic Content: Some
books have minor sexual content: PG-13
for the sexual content otherwise PG-13
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THE NEXT YOU UNIVERSE
The Legacy of
Daddy ~ (Mar 26 2013)
What happens when a Graduate student
competes for a PhD in a dystopian society by experimenting with dangerous alien
technology? Does humankind need
technological help to leave Earth? These
and other questions are awkwardly dealt with in The Legacy of Daddy.
Next You
Interstellar LLC ~ (Apr 24 2013)
If you had the option to come back
after death, what would you want to be?
Still want to be human or would you like to try something
different? How much is it worth to you? Live in the extra-solar human civilization
and experience your next incarnation in Next You Interstellar, LLC.
Having Nice
Things ~ Having (May 15 2013
The Earth is hurting from
radioactive wastelands, over crowding and a xenophobic fear of the intersystem
alliance. While adapting Next You
Interstellar LLC donated technological innovation to reclaim areas of Earth
made uninhabitable by wars of the past, religious and ethical movements
threaten to unleash more war. How many
people are too many? What can aliens and
alien technology do to nudge the balance between war and progress? Read Having Nice Things, a Next You novel, and
find out.
Utopian
Estates ~ (Mar 25 2013)
The Martian Dream is to have your
own home, work a nice steady job and raise 1.2 well behaved offspring. Fiona and Ashley feel well on their way to
accomplishing this when they make a down payment on their new home. The dream state descends from there. Just add water and alien shenanigans will
commence leading to an adventure of Extra-Solar dimensions. Don't forget to pay the Homeowner's
Association fee as learn about the options in Utopian Estates, a Next You
novel.
Destined
for...Something ~ (Apr 22 2013)
In the last year of mandatory school
each soon to be graduate takes a multitude of tests to efficiently funnel them
into the right career. Personality
profiles showing you to be low IQ, bigoted and prone to senseless violence
really increase your chances of being denied.
Scores mean enough to tempt test takers to cheat using answer sets
bought from sketchy characters. You
don't always get what you pay for as Felix Dernoft discovers in Destined
for...Something, a Next You novel.
BIO
Angus day lives in Fort Collins Colorado
He's been an Infantryman, Swine Farmer, smattering of other trades and jobs and now a manufacturing pharmaceutical chemist.
What aspect of his life that is devoted to fitness favors swimming in open water which means he spends most of the year working out in a pool then hit the lakes when it warms up a bit. His wife, Cheryl, safety kayaks for him when they manage to make it work.
SOCIAL
MEDIA LINKS
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BUY AND
OTHER LINKS
Legacy of
Daddy : http://www.amazon.com/Legacy-Daddy-Next-Universe-Novel/dp/0615793525/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1372171897&sr=1-3
Next You
Interstellar LLC: http://www.amazon.com/Next-You-Interstellar-Universe-ebook/dp/B00CIGQYXG/ref=sr_1_5?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1372171897&sr=1-5
Having Nice
Things: http://www.amazon.com/Having-Nice-Things-Next-You/dp/0615804918/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1372171897&sr=1-1
Utopian
Estates: http://www.amazon.com/Utopian-Estates-Next-Universe-Novel/dp/0615781365/ref=sr_1_4?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1372171897&sr=1-4
Chapter
3:
The proper way to talk to oneself.
When I was back in my quarters I responded to
the…being. “We need to have some ground
rules. During my relationships, you will
find something else to do and give me some privacy. If you continue to be a dickhead I will
eventually resort to self-harm to rid myself of your presence. Do you understand?”
“Oh I understand what
you want. I’ll see about accommodating
you when it suits us. Don’t forget that
I can go mental also and you might be impressed by the number of mental ailments
to which my species were susceptible. We
might even create some new ailment in your species with a little
manipulation. In your slang the point is
you’re not the boss of me.”
“What do you call yourself, since I’ve never asked?”
“I don’t have a name you
would understand, and I don’t care to spend the effort teaching you. However I think we should be called Dr.
Abrams. I like that name because it’s
simple and will remind you that something has changed forever in your life.”
“Being called by my middle name is going to do all that?”
“I believe it will be
enough to behavior-modify you right now.”
I opened my eyes and realized I was on my back, on the
floor. “What did you do?”
“I did a little neural
programming to insure you do something I like, not to worry. Shall we get ready for sleep Dr. Abrams?”
“I think that is an excellent idea.”
When I awoke in the morning I barely remembered arguing
with the entity and not what it was about.
Hopefully I will be able to recognize when it’s attempting to control
me.
I cleaned up, dressed and ate breakfast without speaking
to a soul. When I was about to enter the
lab a tech greeted me, “Good morning Doctor Focsile, how did you sleep?”
“Please call me Dr. Abrams; I don’t much care for my last
name.” What the hell just came out of my
mouth? The tech looked at me like she’d
love to pour acid into my cereal and I empathized. I can hear it now, “That guy is a total
asshole.” What did I tell Etresca to
call me? God, that’s going to eat at me
all day now, “Actually, please call me Robert, there is no need to be so
formal. I slept fine and you?” Oh my God, I hope that was the save I thought
it was. She loosened up and smiled at me
again.
“I slept fine, thank you for asking?”
As she walked away I hoped that my relief of tension had
gone unnoticed. I abandoned my gawking
perch by the door and moved to my lab bench.
I spent the remainder of the day programming nanites to regulate
hormones for neural activity. I lost
about three hours of work time that I couldn’t remember what I was doing. A new stasis jar with a new batch of
reclamators was in front of me on the bench and I had no idea how they had
gotten there. “Did you do that?” The
asshole did not answer.
Since I was so
tunneled into my work these days I had set a pad alarm for the end of
shift. When it went off I noticed that I
had an email from security. It was from
Etresca, which gave me a warm feeling inside.
Tomorrow can we meet at
the air reclamation hydroponics atrium?
I will make us a picnic and can you bring desert. Say 1830?
Reply: Absolutely.
You like chocolate right?
That will do. See you then.
I remembered to store the nanites I’d been working on in
a stasis jar and I closed down for the night.
I scooped up my pad and headed for the canteen lounge with a spring in
my step. Etresca met me there and we had
a lovely evening which ended with a kiss.
The next morning I arrived at the lab to find security,
including Etresca had taped off the area.
There was a shrinking puddle of blood on the floor of the doorway and
several forensic types were wandering around the benches looking but not
touching, smart guys.
“Officers, what has happened here and may I be of
assistance?”
Etresca’s supervisor I assume answered, “One of your lab
techs died here last night and we don’t know yet if it was an accident, suicide
or murder. Can you help our forensic
guys identify some things, Dr. Focsile?”
“Yes, of course and please call me Dr. Abrams I don’t
really like my last name.” That little
bullshit that is emanating from my mouth is going to get me a reputation. I imagine there will be some restroom wall
tags addressing it unless I’m overinflating my importance in people’s lives.
I wandered over to the first tech and asked if he had any
questions. The tech seemed puzzled by a
tray of half eaten food that had been left on the bench. “Do your people normally eat in this
lab? I thought this was a quarantine
risk lab.”
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