Asteroid Fever

                                   Fake News Announcement                             Presented by Dreaming News Services Marauding Alien Space Ships Are Attacking Martian Mining Station Several orbiting mining stations have been damaged after being rammed by hostile ships for no reason at all. Authorities are attempting to hunt down the rogue ships, suspected of being wayward ships from the Pleiades Fumigation Fleet. Anonymous sources have warned that reckless hunting of the whale like Pleiades Ships can impair the benefits they are offering to the biosphere.                                              Asteroid Fever

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Paper back book and Kindle edition available at Amazon. Asteroid Fever PaperBack Free EBook at Smashwords, Multiple Types, Good Size Sample It all started out as a typical day in 2037, some eating heavily medicated food dripping with nanobots, others drinking synthetic insect plasma fortified with Martian microbes. Mining asteroid dust had revitalized civilization providing unlimited clean energy. The BodyServers were taking over the world one brain at a time but wiring up minds and stuffing brains into mobile canisters was taking too long. On an orbiting mining station a lone miner decided to take the day off while some Moon workers got burned by bad food so they took matters into their own hands. Cleo, a local spaceport manager, only wanted to know where the ruby rods had gotten to that were going to fund her retirement. She got the Sight Shifter Detective agency involved after discovering the apparent accidental drowning death in a big vat of SIPs. Axel and his Dr

Asteroid Fever Science and fantasy are combined to create a  surrealistic story set in 2037. A series of seemingly unrelated events ranging from chorus lines of dancing dogs to plundered alien mining ships sets in motion a line of falling dominoes that dash the hopes of the Sipper's Queen and Prezz Gredloy's dreams of conquest in Free Space. These are the final events that lead to the early termination of the Pleiades cure implemented to correct Earth’s corrupted biosphere. There is no one in the driver's seat. We are all traveling across a big rock face set on auto pilot that naturally pollutes itself with oxygen and life nourishing dirt. Our genetic foundation is shaped by the food we produce, the holes we dig, the shelters we build, and the trinkets we trade with each other. Everything done to the planet the planet returns back a hundred fold. From the underground depths of the CrossRoads SpacePort, past orbiting Elevator City, to the mining zones around Ma