Softbone: I Can Save Her

High Tech, low life, no trench coats; pre order for August 1, 2025

Sci-Fi has always been a setting, pretending to be a genre. Ideas that exist today but are taboo to talk about. Ideas that we never considered until we saw them. Trendlines that exist with an unknown destination.

That’s Sci-Fi. The problems of today wrapped up in the setting of tomorrow.

What problems? What trendline? Half the fun is in finding it. I’ll be sending snippets from the book for you to read and see if it’s your cup of tea. If so, pre orders for the kindle version are live now, release data, August 1.

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No matter how good the tech gets, we still catch cheaters the same way

Enjoy

Conceptual Hardcover

I Can Save Her

“Who the hell are you?”

“Stop staring at me, asshole.”

“Cindy, who the hell is she?”

“You were supposed to come to the lab first. Mike was going to tell me when you were on your way home.”

“You, blond bitch. Get the fuck out of my house.”

“You can’t talk to me like—”

“Out!” Jakov didn’t want to believe what was happening. His body had a mind of it’s own, and it was angry. Everything in the house was plugged in and built for maximum safety or he would have picked up the espresso Xanaxer and beat that woman’s head in. What did Cindy do? He sweat profusely. He smelled musky. The blond looked like she had never been in trouble before. Her indignation quickly transformed into fear. Jakov lunged at her, standing in front of the the Eames. She tumbled backwards, flipping the chair onto the floor. She leapt over the coffee table and ran towards the door as Jakov chased her. The door was slowly closing as if finally finished the ad. She tried to put on her yellow lab coat. She got a single arm in, then banged her head off the door jam, screaming.

As the tail of her jacket flapped behind her, Jakov noticed that she had a tight, perky ass. It made him pause for long enough to miss her as she left. He gave his head a shake. That Ghost came back,

You know, you should really teach her a lesson. You know you want to.

“Focus, you fucking idiot. Come on. Where’s Cindy?”

She stood in the corner of the kitchen. She was looking for the knife set. She grabbed one out of the block. She turned to face Jakov, scared.

“Don’t come near me!” she screamed. “What’s wrong with you?”

Jakov collected himself and took a breath. He stopped listening to that voice in his head. He noticed his hands were tightly packed into fists, white knuckled. Tiny lunch pails. His head was hot. His arms slippery from sweat. They were starting to get sticky and rub against his armpits. It irritated him.

“Put the knife down, Cindy. You grabbed the ceramic ones because you thought I’d cut myself with a steel one, because I was a fucking moron, remember?” Cindy looked at the knife in her hand. She kept it pointing forward as a buffer. “The only thing that they are going to cut is the tofu in the fridge.” She put it down.

“You were supposed to be in the lab. I didn’t know you would be home.”

“I thought you were worried about the germs? I haven’t seen your tits in two years. You haven’t fucked me since you wanted the IVF. What it a lie, then, or are you going to kill our son now?”