Hal Spacejock

Simon Haynes

Copyright (c) 2011 by Simon Haynes

Smashwords Edition

An incompetent, accident-prone pilot is given one last chance to save his ship, an elderly robot is trusted with a midnight landing in a deserted field, and a desperate businessman is prepared to sacrifice both of them to get what he wants ...

Combining relentless action with non-stop laughs, Hal Spacejock explodes onto the science fiction scene with the subtlety of a meteor strike and the hushed reverence of a used car salesman.


Hal glanced in the mirror, studying the robots huddled in the back seat. "I think it's time for introductions."

The tall, bronze robot gestured at his shorter companion. "This is DO-P, and I'm FRT-1."

"What are your proper names?"

"We've never had any."

"Well I'm not calling you Dopey and Farty." Hal inspected the fugitives, then pointed to the bronze one. "You can be Clyde, and he can be Albion."

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