All Roborotica, All the Time

First off, I'd like to apologize for the recent slow down in storytelling output from me. While historically such slow downs have been due to other pressures in my life (work, family, and so on), the cause of this most recent lull has been time I've taken to do a lot of soul searching.

Having given the matter considerable thought, I would like to announce that this blog and my stories will be changing focus from now forward. Henceforth, I will exclusively be telling stories in the genre of robot erotica.

I know this might be disappointing to some of you, but I feel obliged to follow my heart. For too long I have denied the essential truth to myself that I am wasting my time writing pulp science-fiction when what I really want to spend my life working at is tales of surrogate-human love and lust.

If you feel this might exclude your interests, put your worries aside: my approach will be very broad, including both kinds of roborotica so that nobody feels left out. (For neophytes, that includes AC and DC.)

Some of you no doubt are wondering how this will impact the wrap-up of The Secret Mathematic. Sadly, I will not be penning the finish of that particular tale, as it would detract from my new focus. In the interest of giving you, the reader, satisfaction I will now summarize the exciting climax in a concise paragraph. I wouldn't, after all, want to leave anyone hanging.

Basically, Dr. Zoran continues to be taunted by the image of his dead sister within his mind, Dragana, until she reveals to him the existence of a handful of "long people" whose biology has been augmented by technology granting them an extended lifespan. Zoran decides the only way to keep the math safe is to destroy these mysterious individuals, whom he then sets out to identify with the help of Mr. Mississauga and his ragtag fleet of followers in various vehicles driven across the Quebecois hinterland to Zoran's compound. Ultimately, it turns out the final five "long" cyborgs are members of Mississauga's team -- but Zoran hesitates to strike them down when he learns that they alone know the way across the atemporal hyperspace bridge to the legendary futureworld of Callicrates. Once there, a clone of Zoran is sent back in history by Tim in order to keep the timeline intact by impregnating Sarah Connor; and then the original Zoran forsakes mathematics and goes to live as a hermit on a small island largely populated by rabbits. In the end it turns out that Dragana is magic, and that their collective destinies have been designed and steered by a pan-dimensional galaxy-girdling intelligent cloud living at the end of time known only as Name.

I hope that was worth the wait.

Next week: The Dual Screwing of Unit 52-Epsilon. Don't miss it!