To my mind it is almost unimportant who I am in the same way that it doesn’t really matter who the guy is that delivers that telegram to you, or the deliveryman who leaves the package at your front door. What matters is that you get your package on time, intact, and unmolested. That is my job.
I put it this way because in a very large sense, I have no choice in the words that I bring to you. What decides the written word is pretty much cut in stone - I merely look to see what is there and report to you what I have found from a certain perspective. The platform that I observe from is built from over a decade of passive research with no goal in mind other than to academically discover that which is the future. To word it a different way, I study only the truths of the past combined with the ‘what is’ of the present to see what can’t be escaped for the ‘gonna be’. This leaves no room for fantastical whimsy or personal bias.
This is also what makes the Series events so exciting to write about. I don’t sit to the machine with a thought in mind to say a particular thing. I must observe. I must go into this world and carefully pay attention to what these characters are doing and what they do it with. Only then do I get to see what happens next. I am seldom disappointed.
Aside from that know this. I am neither criminal nor fugitive. I adhere to the Laws of the Land [well... for the most part]. I have erroneously been declared as mentally competent and I am not too hard to look at in the mirror [except for first thing in the morning, maybe.] I have led a life that seems to me more exciting than most and I like very much who I am. The messenger.
This short pictorial offers an inside look at the ‘OutWorld’ and the craft that get us there – the place where science fiction meets science fact – somewhere beyond the edge of reason.
Katamma Reach. Lagos High. Tranquility Badlands.
Vastly outnumbered, the Troopers need every iota of their wit, wile, and wisdom as their task begins to take on a face. From Switzerland to the farthest reach of the Outworld, the enemy proves to be as boundless as they are mysterious in this science fiction gone warped. Come meet the man who has a ‘rocket in his pocket and a roll in his soul’. Katamma Reach. Lagos High. Tranquility Badlands.
It is the turn of this century - Lt. Keaton and his unit must use a ‘clandestine audacity’ to do battle with the Nigerian Underground. Their mission complicates when space proves the larger obstacle in this somewhat bent science fiction. Katamma Reach. Lagos High. Tranquility Badlands. Come meet the man who has a ‘rocket in his pocket and a roll in his soul’.
A century from now, our hero must do battle with a big chunk of Africa as well as the estranged wit of his own unit as he attempts to de-mystify an unusual construction project in this twisted science fiction. In this ‘world’ Troopers rule and the Lunar surface provides the economic basis for our first colonizations of inner space – the ‘Outworld’. Katamma Reach. Lagos High. Tranquility Badlands.