Who knew?

Night had fallen on Hetex. It was actually a moon, but for all practical purposes, it could be called a planet, purely based on the size. Seezen was not impressed. She had been to much bigger planets, some which made you feel like crawling instead of walking, but at a little over Earth size, it was considered to be quite the experience to visit.

Seezen was not here to visit. She was here to change this moon. Get rid of the cold, warm the atmosphere and get rid of the liquid methane all over the planet. She did not like variety, she was a terraformer, and her job was standardization. There would be some alien life for sure, but it would be inconsequential enough to trample. All alien life so far discovered had been microscopic. Struggling to make the jump from unicellular to multicellular to complex animals. They had a long way to go. Time that she had no time to waste watching little litchen-like blue creatures. She fed in the data in her notepad. The notepad directly started to analyze the data and fed in subroutines into her command module.

It would take years, but the destruction could begin now. She walked over the ice-encrusted landscape and took readings directed to her notepad, which made some more adjustments to the command module.

The command module took a full hour to sort and build in the action plan. She got into her tiny flitter and flew upwards to where her space ship was waiting. The command module greeted her 'Shall I commence the sequence Seezen?' She replied in the affirmative. The command module commenced shooting rays at the poles, blowing up mountains of frozen methane. The moon would soon be rid of the methane. 

In the depths of the methane sea near the largest landmass, two large squid-like creatures spoke to one another. They decided to attack the invading vehicle. War was being thrust upon them.

Sequel or not to sequel...

Do take a look at my books on amazon.com Orange Rock and The Final Colony. While Orange Rock is a longer story, The Final Colony is my first published work. Both are very different, so it's unlikely that a comparison can be made. Thinking of starting a sequel to The Final Colony. Would you like Xen to make a reappearance? Let me know!

Time for Fun

Children ran around in the courtyard. It was fun to play and enjoy the noontime on Qaxis. An ancient planet from an ancient time. It was all fun and games. The hot midday sun beat down upon Extine and Rudi as they played an ancient game. It involved a stick and a ball. It was liberating.

Noontime on Qaxis was their favorite time. It also gave them time to learn about History. The other children played an ancient game called "catch". It was silly, but it was part of the learning process. It was also fun. It had been some time before the controller had learned of the concept of "fun". But now it understood. It meant time spent doing meaningless things. Without a goal. Useless processor time. But it served no one anymore. Humans were extinct. It was bound to happen someday. The controller was the sum total of the pinnacle of human achievement. It's only goal was to exist and survive. Of course, it had to have "fun".

Extine and Rudi were it's concepts - virtual extensions of itself. The controller excelled in creating and recreating simulations from all the inputs it had got over the millennium. It had run the whole gamut of the simple simulations in the past, and it now had moved over to creating fantasy situations. That made it more "interesting".

The controller was self-repairing. It was actually as big as a small moon. And it orbited the Earth, the birthplace of humankind. It had learned and learned. One day humankind would settle the stars. But they never did. They built the controller to house information, and the controller was now sentient. It had a huge burden.

Extine and Rudi were suddenly attacked by drones in a parody of the timelines. Their swords were useless against the laser weapons of the drones. They died quickly. The controller moved rapidly to his next simulation.

 Paradise

Night fell on Xitic abruptly. It always did. It was the nature of the moon, which had a higher rotational speed that most planets she was used to. Netine dismissed the queasy feeling which overcame her every time she thought of the fast spinning moon.

She was a one of the bunch of 'settlers' who had landed on the moon. The authorities had said it was very Earthlike. They had said it would take some 'minor' terraforming to transform this moon into something close to paradise. They were right; except it would take thousands of years. And Netine was here now.

She surveyed the bleak landscape. It would require them to melt the polar caps, release the trapped Carbon dioxide and create moonwide warming. It would happen, but not in her lifetime.

Netine tested the strength of the rocks underfoot as she climbed up a steep cliff face. She was tasked with finding usable minerals. Her 'bot was strapped to her back for analysis and for retrieval of rock samples. She cursed under her breath as she adjusted her breathing apparatus.

Xitic was as close to hell as she could imagine. Dark and dusty landscape stretched before her as she climbed steadily. Standing on the lip of the cliff, she surveyed the unwelcoming landscape. She pined for home - it was too far away for them to ever return.

The prank call


Sontam surveyed the desolation around her.She was responsible and she knew she would have to answer for it. It had all started with a conversation on her communicator. She was quick to answer it. The caller had been peculiar....oddly sexless, or she couldn't tell if it was a man or woman. There was no inflection of the voice on the line. The caller said "We wanted to ask you to inform the authorities to set up a welcoming committee". She said "Who's speaking?". The caller had continued as if she hadn't spoken "It is of vital importance. Life and death of many people hang in the balance". 

She asked them to repeat the message.... no reply. She asked "Where should the welcoming committee meet you?". The voice had said "In your house". She blanched. Who was this? What did the caller want?. She said clearing her throat "I need to know more, or I can't keep speaking to you". The voice said "We got your message -the authorities will know. It included your location". Sontam had to keep from screaming "What message?. You are not being clear!". The voice seemed to be disembodied "The one you people sent out. What did you expect?". 

She decided since it was close to April 1, this was probably a prank call. She said "I'm sorry I can't help you. Please call the authorities yourself". She shut her communicator with a bang, angry with herself for being drawn into this prank conversation in the first place.

Huey, her husband, had called her some time later..... There had been some UFO which had blasted the police headquarters and administration buildings downtown. The UFO had moved closer to the outskirts and blasted buildings systematically. There had been no attempt at communication. She knew then, she should have said something. It was all her fault. She shivered as she called the President's office, her hands trembling .......

The Circle - Flash Fiction
The first night on Certys was something Kelso was not looking forward to. He was already sick of this planet, and he had barely been here for 20 hours. The long day made it seem even longer as he fiddled with his backpack, it was time to set up camp at last.


The trip from the Hygens system had taken longer than expected. Running into a ship which was clearly alien in construction had been unexpected and caused him quite a headache. Besides a busted fuel line, his ship had careened off while moving at FTL. The results were dramatic. The ship unpeeled like a ripe fruit.


Certys was a haven on the way back home. He had expected better facilities. But he had got none. People seemed completely uninterested. Then there was the Circle - the alien ship which had attacked him without warning. It was composed almost entirely of gravity waves - exotic stuff which he could only have detected on the sensors. The alien ship was responsible for all the damage to the fuel line and the compounding effect due to travelling at FTL.


He would have been dead if not for his high density carbon body. It needed no suit or repair or comfort. He giggled inanely as he thought of the advertisement "Resistant to death and destruction". It had been a close call.


But the scenery in Certys could have been better!

Dinner on Cassitos - A Flash Fiction story

Three days into the invasion, humans were exhausted and repelled from what they had seen. After they had annihilated most of aliens on Cassitos, it was relatively easy mopping up the balance civilian population. What they did not realize was that the aliens were very unlike humans.

It all started when they had sent a peaceful mission planetside. The aliens had been very welcoming and friendly. Things had progressed rapidly after that until some of their customs became apparent to the visiting human delegation.

Xenophobia had spread on Earth; the aliens had actually eaten the ambassador and his entourage. It was their custom on Cassitos to make sacrificial offerings of tribesmen from another clan, and they had just assumed...

The response by the humans had surprised and shocked the aliens. It had repelled them. Things had taken a nasty turn after the first wave of attacks. The aliens were intelligent enough to realize it was a cultural mistake. They had apologized. It was already too late....

Sands of Time

Opening the blisters of his ship Jester looked at the landscape around him. He was in a time machine. Or more accurately in a faster-than-light ship. Bending spacetime made it such an amazing journey that it made his head spin.

He jumped off his ship and wondered if he could think of a time when he was born. He remembered this life as far back as he could. He adjusted his dark suit, built for the incredible accelerations and the cold vacuum of space.

He was the last of his kind. Humans. When the solar system had got annihilated by another wayward star, he and his ilk had ridden out of the black hole - a convoluted sense of history enveloped them all. Of those who would survive, they would have to figure out a way to breed. Any other outcome was unthinkable.

He waited for Sera. She was in a similar ship. He had no way to communicate with her, but she was his only hope. He looked at the center of the Galaxy spinning wildly. The moonlet he was on provided an incredible vista. Spacetime was running out. Praying that his journey was not wasted, he sat on the rock and stared blindly at the cold beauty of the universe.

My Flash Fiction Story (Nine Lives)

The path turned treacherous as Kat flew along it in her stolen Druux freighter. It was strewn with stars. Billions and billions of stars. And in the center was the angry supermassive black hole Vartax. It seemed to glare out at her, the only clue to spoil it's perfect disguise were the steams of matter pulsing out of the center which pushed away other stars like so much confetti.

At the center of the whiteworld galaxy Vartax seemed to call to her. The Druux freighter seemed to urge her onwards, accelerating rapidly as it swept along the path, using the gravity wells of stars on their path, eating greedily from their bounty. Sweat beaded her forehead as the ship moved into the most crowded part of the galaxy. Here stars jostled for space, often cannibalizing one another as they fought for dominance.

She held the joystick for dear life as she noticed the stars spinning close to her, their orbits around Vartax were rapid - too rapid. At some stage she would be annihilated. Her options were limited, she couldn't turn back, a Druux squadron was close on her heels. 

She pressed on, drawing ever closer to her death.

Orange Rock

After over 4 months, my next book "Orange Rock" is out. It is an adventure - and you will find amazing plot twists and turns even though its set in the near future. I truly believe that this is a book which will resonate with my readers . Do take a look and let me know how you like it!

Comments recieved on my book

Recieved your comments on my book 'The Final Colony'. Thank you for your comments. Nothing gives an author more pleasure than to know that readers have enjoyed the book written for them. Look forward to hearing more!..... LP

The Power of Google +

As a first-time author I've been looking at creating a strong social network. I happened upon Google + and was astonished at the response I got. The people I have added to my circle have been extremely supportive and amazingly fun to correspond with. A big thank you to all! ..... LP

Writing my next short story

My next short story is in progress. I'm still working on the title and cover art. Since I've already handed it to my Editor, I'm hoping to be out with it soon!

If you haven't read 'The Final Colony' as yet....

It's a short story about the PXY whose interstellar travels carry them to the far-off Yezz star system. The Synopsis is included for you...."From the pen of brand-new author Lacerant Plainer, a science-fiction enthusiast and connoisseur, this is a story that is an homage to the finest traditions of science fiction writing. At first glance, the story is about intrepid and gallant space travelers, scary and incomprehensible aliens, and the challenge of navigating successfully in an unimaginably vast universe. At its heart, though, it is about the romance of space, the arrogance of ‘intelligent’ species, and the mystery of life. But over and above all this, it is a crackling good read". Do let me know what you think of it!..... link enclosed... LP.http://www.amazon.com/Final-Colony-Short-Story-ebook/dp/B006JVK888/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1324016772&sr=8-1

The Final Colony

Was fun writing this short story. Thank you everyone who made it possible. Special thanks to my family and my Editor!