I, Effing Feline, am having second thoughts about getting rid of my big Cousin Lee. He’s gone for good, I’m afraid. After the Fiat-munching episode on Broadway, he got himself a new home where he can mooch as much as he likes, so he won’t be coming back.
I got a picture from him. I’ll share it with you after today’s 10-sentence snippet.
The snippet is from Future Love, an upcoming collection of short stories by my pet human, Ed Hoornaert (aka Mr Valentine). He wanted me to mention that this book is science fiction, not necessarily science fiction romance, though love usually helps characters transform themselves.
This snippet is once again from Thimbleriggers, in which a crook invents a new form of pornography — with unintended consequences. The crook’s first ‘subject’ is Kathleen, the story’s heroine: a 90-year-old woman. They’re alone in her apartment, and she is speaking to the crook, named Aldous.
“I am—was—a sociologist, so I understand why someone like you is the first private individual to seek such a high-tech marvel.”
“Do I look like I want to hear this, sister?”
“I’m rather surprised, however, that researchers would sell a surplus experimental device to you.”
Aldous didn’t try to hide his satisfied smile. The lab had assumed the son of the famous Dr. Raymond Wiggins must have legitimate scientific interests, and it was sweet, so sweet, to exploit his father’s respectability.
“The sex industry,” Kathleen continued as though lecturing a class, “seizes on new media before social controls catch up. The early days of photography had French postcards, which incidentally honed techniques and helped bring costs within the reach of the common man, and on the Internet, porn sites perfected pop-ups and ads that were later adopted by legitimate sites. In the same way, pornographers may help drive the development of mindscanning technology and lower costs until it becomes a consumer product.”
“Vacuum it, sister. You really got juicy memories to sell, or not?”
“I came of age during the Sexual Revolution, Mr. Wiggins. “
Effing Feline again. Here’s the picture of Cousin Lee I promised you.
Confession time. I’ve learned something from this adventure. Namely, that I’m capable of feeling a new emotion previously unknown throughout the long history of catdom. (Sniff.)
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…to an all-review book tour for Ed Hoornaert’s science fiction romance, Alien Contact for Idiots. The tour started last Tuesday with an insightful review by our own Elizabeth Alsobrooks, a Weekend Writing Warrior. Leave a comment at one of the stops and I’ll appreciate it — and you’ll also put yourself in the running for a $40 Amazon or Barnes and Noble gift certificate.
Here are the tour stops: