Mature – Violence with sex overtones. Apocalyptic struggle. An ended drunken stupor sends Bront into a surviving group. Risky dangerous action dominates the scared land. Tyranny, with Blood Skull the worst. Fierce competition between The Cave Dwellers, The Sand People, and marauding killers. Technology lost, gravity and space travel smothered , survival for food and water are a constant More
Apocalyptic destruction forces basic life survival for meager food. What to do with all technology destroyed? It leaves daily life a deadly struggle that includes physical fighting of men and robots. Blood Skull, the leader is a powerful aura master and sadistic criminal; he kills and takes without restraint. He takes human brain matter to centrifuged and create precious memory material His iron fisted methods brings deadly dangers against any opposition. Who can face Blood Skull and his desert tracking robots that never rest? Danger continues as barter with the Cave Dwellers, the Sand People, and other groups fuel destructive action. The city and Bront oppose cruel practices, especiall those of Blood Skull.
Bront rekindles a new life with Dr. Ramsey, a genius scientist, and his struggling city. Co-Ti, a parapsychologist and supreme fighter and combat strategist joins them. Cobra risks her life as she changes side, a strong woman with powerful fighting skills seeking her taken children. Raleigh, a lone survivor, and his spring-robots (sprots) enters the battle against Blood Skull.
Store houses of materials and technological knowledge are locked in orbit. In the struggle the destructive and blocked air space opens up to travel, but technology and anti-gravity travel ships are limited. Dangerous gains send Bront and Co-Ti into space and the orbiting city to face different calculated dangers.
…………….. For the pleasure seeking Head Hunters no compassionate thoughts did they foster about their frightened little victims suffering battle shock. In time they would make excellent workers or be recycled for brain centrifuge………………….
………….. Confidently, Brog gently walked to get his feel of the woman challenger as she became cool, composed, and defiant. Her attitude shot Brog into a chauvinistic rage. Brog lost one step that ended him on the black cloak she had tossed earlier. His face showed total surprise. His falling body recoiled from the powerful throw as his composure faded to the tint of blood flowing with venomous, vengeful intent. In one quick stretch Brog shot to his feet…………………..
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