JJFBbennett

The Space Tourist Chronicles my first eBook Kindle edition AU  https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B0FSS9XH59   AS  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FSS9XH59 by John Bennett (Author) AKA JJFBbennett The Space Tourist Chronicles is a wild and hazardous space adventure in a post-collapse universe , following intrepid space tourists and their bio-engineered cyborg spoodle, Katcha, aboard their battered Subi spacecraft as they embark on a perilous journey filled with dangerous detours, celestial traffic jams, and encounters with unique cosmic phenomena. The Space Tourist Chronicles : Katcha the 1st Spoodle in Space by John Bennett (Author) AKA JJFBbennett The story follows two space travellers, JB and BK, and their genetically-modified spoodle, Katcha, as they embark on a journey in their old freighter, the Subi. Their goal is to reach the mythical Outpost Aurum , a famed tourist destination. Their journey first takes them to the Rumour Mill , a dangerous asteroid station, to acquire n...

  Cryo Unit:  confirmation and protocol The voice, a sterile, disembodied presence that has become as familiar as my own thoughts, began its report. "Status: Your Brass Monkey cryo-unit is engaged. Internal temperature regulation is optimal." A faint hum, almost imperceptible through the thick insulation of the unit, confirmed its words. I felt the gentle thrum of the cryo-fluid circulating, a constant reminder of the fragile balance being maintained within my metallic sarcophagus . "External forces, such as extreme G-load, confirm the slingshot maneuver is active, exploiting Delta-Nine traffic gravitational pull for maximum velocity." The words brought with them a subtle shift in pressure, a barely discernible tremor that resonated deep within the reinforced shell of my vessel. Delta-Nine, a scar of immense antimatter , was now a critical point in our journey, its colossal gravitational field bending space and time to propel us into the unthinkable anomaly. Are w...

  We are going in (Verse 1) Our energy, it's draining, draining low. Our reserves, dwindling, dwindling. Faces glow, a strained, weary show. So weary. A crisis, a crisis at hand. The Primary Trade Lane, gripped. So tightly gripped. Delta-Nine, a nightmare. It's about to make us slip. Just slip. (Chorus) But then, a presence. A presence. A hospitality's call, on the fringe. The very fringe of uncharted space. Before we fall. We fall. The anomaly. A desperate hope. In the night. Their whole mission, hanging. Hanging in the dim, fading light. So dim. (Bridge) Yeah, we're going in. Going in. With a whisper. And a plea. Into the unknown. The unknown. For all the world to see. To see. The ozone, thin. So thin. Despair in the air. Just despair. But something. Something is out there. Beyond compare. Beyond. (Chorus) The anomaly. A desperate hope. In the night. Their whole mission, hanging. Hanging in the dim, fading light. So dim. We're going in. Going in. With a whisper. A...