Blathers of Gene Bathurst

(NOTE: I forgot I'd put this into Blogger, way back. Enjoy, you Web Bots!) Thrax raced through the rows of clothes and elegant dis...

Pitch black.  Thrax groaned and tried to roll over. Strong arms held him fast. Female arms, but remarkably strong. He wriggled an arm loos...

Thrax strode to the abandoned, dust covered cannon and looked out the window at the square. The sleek weapon was undamaged. He wiped dust of...

In the passenger cabin, Thrax and the androids swarmed Kal with congratulatory hugs and high fives. “This is what it’s all about,” Kal gus...

Ahead of them, deep inside the Death Zone, was Scylla, an undulating tornado storm. Some believed it was a sentient information wave, formed...

Kal bobbed his head in sync to the blaring music. The gyrostabilized vehicle vibrated to classic rock in HD surround sound, enveloping th...