Politics, religion, science, culture, and ethics are all issues in which Guy Tonasket must confront on his forced mission to planet Mars. But grappling with the intricacies of love and loyalty enter the picture in an already complex predicament.
Thunder banged across the desert while he raced toward the heavens. Curious coyotes bolted away dodging illuminated Joshua trees and sage brush in their path.
A half dozen UFO watchers with state-of-the-art equipment scampered across the poorly marked military border to get a better look at what was taking place. Security personnel, also known to them as Black Nazis, quickly rushed to detain them and ferry them off the land later to be placed into the custody of local authorities. They were driven down E.T. Highway, State Route 375 toward the nearby town of Rachel. Also on hand were crowds of peaceful protesters of less innocent purpose. The group, who call themselves, Nettles of Reason, converged on public land outside the east entrance to Area 51 to challenge global governance and to petition disputed issues surrounding the goings on of the facility.
It was on July eighth of every year that a rally took place at the controversial base. Protesters met at the site that day at the hour of 19:47―a number which matched the date of the Roswell crash. This symbolized the group's protest of what they refer to as an evil government that was using all their resources located there to take over the planet by using fabricated extraterrestrial contact. It was said by the group that the development of advanced aircraft, as well as an energy weapon agenda, was under advanced programs of both designing and testing with virtually no redûtape. Thus, all systems had an unmitigated chance of success. In fact, a heavily guarded network of tunnels deep below the Yucca Mountains remained tight as a drum. The storage of nearly a hundred thousand tons of radioactive waste in thick, rustproof containers was also a target for the committed members of Nettles of Reason, now enthralled with the thunderous enormity of this early morning event. Each spectator who experienced this unexpected liftoff was having reality pounded right through their senses.
The Black Nazis failed to arrive in time to prevent the spectacular rocket show from being captured on camera. That event's evidence, of which the innocent tourists were so lucky to have witnessed, was seized and promptly disposed of, leaving no trace to be reported to national and international news agencies.
Command officials, eyed their monitors in front of them, closely inspecting fuel systems and cabin pressure.
Flames made bright orange day out of the night. Then, darkness returned to the launch pad.
About S.C. Robinson
S.C. Robinson was born in Kailua, Hawaii in 1964, but spent most of his adolescent years in Okanogan, Washington where he graduated in 1983.
Mr. Robinson spent four years in the US Air Force with tours of duty in the United Kingdom, Panama, and New Mexico. In the past nine years he has worked for UPS and also for the past couple years with the Williston (Vermont) Historical Society as their archivist.
He holds a bachelor’s degree from Vermont College of Norwich University (1999), a liberal arts degree with a concentration in literature and creative writing.
Mr. Robinson is currently enrolled with the University of Pittsburgh where he is studying to complete an online MLIS program. He plans to graduate in 2006.
He is married and lives in Vermont with wife, Hana and daughter, Wendy.
“Usable Justice” is his first published novel.