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BIG DICK McCRAKIN
WHAT AM I
SPACE MARINE
EDEN
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THE SWIMMING HOLE
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TWO GIRLS AND AN OLD MANSION
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    THE BEGINNING
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    JOHN BLAKE (BOWMAN) IS OLDER THAN DIRT BUT VICKY MALONE IS DETERMINED. WRITING BOWMAN

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    "You know, you have a neighbor right next door that's a widow lady like myself. Name's Vicky Malone. Her man was killed in a mining accident a few years back. She spends most warm seasons here with me. Doesn't mix much with the local folks."
    John wasn't sure if that statement required a reply, so he just waited for the other shoe to drop. Relationships could be complicated for a man with his problems. But, Molly was going to try her best to do some match making, and he doubted anything he might say would discourage her.


    "Mind if we talk now?" She asked as she leaned against the open door. She wasn't exactly dressed for the period like most of the people he had seen around town.
    "Why not." John answered as he sat down in the old upholstered chair. He waved a hand at the bed, the only other place in the room to sit, and added, "Make your self at home."
    Vicky perched on the edge of the bed and drew in a lung full of air. The act did nothing to hide the fact she was far from flat cheated.
    "I hope Molly's clumsy attempts at match making didn't put you off. She means well but tends to get a little carried away," she explained as she leaned back on the bed.
    "She was rather transparent from the start," John admitted. "I notice you don't dress in the period styles like most of the people," he added.
    "Can't see it." Vicky answered as she tried to find a more comfortable position on the bed. "You sleep on this lumpy thing!"





    "John can I project? I gota see this one." One asked.
    "Go ahead. Just don't scare our guest." John replied.


    A holographic image of a young woman in a rather risqué evening gown with shoulder length auburn, wavy hair materialized in the center of the room. She perched on the edge of the bunk next to John.
    "Now we can talk." She said in a sexy, husky voice. "I like this one. She's got spunk," she added.
    ______

    Vicky looked shocked. John looked amused. Molly, who had been eavesdropping, let out a horrifying shriek and charged down the stairs in terror.


    "I've been doing a lot of thinking since our visit to the big ship. I read a lot since - - well, you know, since the accident, and a lot of things that happened up there bother me," Vicky admitted, toying with the hem of her skirt.
    "The thing with you and the Queen of Hive Home. Why would she give you her scent, and make you a member of her hive? Those little nurses that take care of Cinnamon told me
    that the only time a Queen gives her scent to another is when she has become infertile and will die before another Queen hatches. Then a nurse carries the scent until the new Queen has mated." Vicky stated. She avoided his eyes, and idly picked at the decorative buttons on
    the bobbies of her dress.
    "In case you haven't noticed, I have sort of got a thing for you, and I'm trying awful hard to understand," she added.
    "Notice! You've done everything but wear a sign, and I wouldn't put it past Molly to come up with one of those." John stated. "I've tried to remain neutral in Molly's attempts at match making, and not encourage you," he admitted.


    "Would it do me any good to ask how old?" She asked. She had abandoned any attempt to control the hem of the dress which had migrated a considerable distance.
    "I would prefer you didn't," he admitted. "After all, I didn't ask how old you are," he added with a smile.
    "I'm thirty six. I've been a widow for eight years. There have been no successful suitors. I have one sister living. She's married to a belter and lives on an asteroid out there some place," she said, pointing upward.




    Vicky let out a long sigh of relief. "If I ask you that question again, will you ask me how old is old again?" She asked as she became calmer and much relieved.
    "Well!!" One exclaimed, looking for a long moment at John. "I don't know for sure. You're dealing with chronological, and actual years. I know he don't know exactly on either scale." One admitted as she thought for a moment. "I can tell you that he's one hell of a lot older than I am."

    Vicky gasped, putting a trembling hand over her mouth. She finally found her voice.
    "You mean he's - - he's!! OH MY GOSH." She stated turning to face John "You can't be!" She smoothed her blouse, ran her sweating palms down the inside of her trembling thighs.
    "You must think me a foolish child." She couldn't decide whether to be frightened, angry, or what. This was either a very cruel joke or something was very wrong.
    "One can't lie Vicky.




    "What has INSTEL got to do with this, and why should they pay all expenses for management fees?" Vicky asked.
    "Babe, your new hubby is INSTEL. He'll see that all your assets remain yours, and if you notice that contract is open ended. You have the option to let it continue for life, or end it any time you wish. As long as you leave it in effect, you have virtually unlimited access to INSTEL. Which I manage. Any questions before I make myself scarce?" One asked.
    "Are you always there, do you hear and see everything he says or does? That's been kinda bothering me." Vicky said.





    "Ha hive brother. Smellie smellie, tastie, tastie." The huge insectoid yelled from the top of the ramp in a high soprano that was hard to believe for her size. Sitting astride her B
    thorax like a huge growth of some kind was a seven hundred pound female Hip dressed in ships black for hips, which was vest and kilt. behind her clinging on was a human female in
    a black jumpsuit something like the one Vicky was wearing, only not quite so well rounded, for she was only about fifteen.
    "Greetings Dozer. Come down and introduce everyone." John invited as the trio drifted down to the pad on the grav field. proper greetings were exchanged. Scent and taste were
    exchanged, the nurses came down with the shuttles crew.
    The other two shuttles arrived. They were a little larger than the Dozers craft. A half dozen Hipoids a dozen humans and a bunch of insectoids came off the shuttles. One huge male hip dressed in work leathers approached John.
    "Hi John Blake. Names Randy. Ships mining engineer. Captain Grimes said we were to stay as long as needed. No worry we can jump back to St. Louie on her route, or wait here for her to call." Randy explained. "Where do you want us to start? Tailings look pretty rich to me." Randy added.


    "OK One what's all the racket about?" John demanded.
      >

    "Someone called the Imperial Police. General Ferrell is jumping in from Empire with his second." One reported


    "The most beautiful thing I have ever seen, other than myself, is a warrior in full space gear." One stated. "They're breathtaking. The warrior looks like a statue of burnished gold. His pack looks like polished silver,"


    "Welcome General." John said as he came forward to exchange smell and taste with the General and his companion. "Empire is very worried about you," he added.
    "Bunch of old worry warts. Best ignored."


    "Bring the accused forward!" The General ordered. The two Hipoids brought the man forward. Vicky pounced on him, scratching and clawing. John grabbed her and pulled her
    back. "WHY!! WHY!!?" She kept screaming. One of Dozers nurses rushed to her and administered a mild sedative to calm her.


    "ONE!" Vicky gasped.
    "Don't worry my dear." One responded. "You are being given an honor greater than any other I can name." One reassured her.
    The huge warrior swooped, dived, banked and circled in an ever widening arc as Vicky relaxed and began to enjoy the experience. The flight lasted for two hours. Vicky was
    amazed at how the General's wing cases, even with their mounting brackets for the space gear, could be used like the wings of a glider, to ride thermals rising off the sun warmed cliff faces.
    "It's not often that we welcome a sister to the hive," the General commented as she observed the river and the town of Hannibal far below. "John is truly fortunate to have
    found one so brave as you," he continued. "Children love to soar with me, but most adults are to frightened of being so high in the open.

    "You wanted to be my attendant, so sew it up." He ordered as Vicky peeked under the gauze. Her mouth filled with saliva, and her stomach rolled. She pressed her hand tightly over her mouth, but it didn't help. The lovely dinner of pastas and fruits came surging forward.
    "Oh John! I'm so sorry." She groaned as she choked and gagged. "I couldn't help it.
    That's horrible.
    "Now, tie it off and leave plenty of ends so it looks a lot worse than it is," he instructed as she took stitch after stitch. By the time she finished she had stopped shaking and her hands had steadied.


    "It's happening! Oh John It's hatching. Come look." She demanded as she literally dragged him back to the nurses cabin. The freshly hatched larva was wrapped in blankets and very securely placed on its couch.
    "Vicky! Un-wrap it and let it breathe, and what ever you do, follow the directions exact." He demanded as he took away the blankets.



    "What about Pepper." One suggested. "I don't think I know of a nurses named Pepper." She added.
    "Do you like Pepper?" Vicky asked as her fingers fondled the tufts on the end of her antenna. She sneezed. One and Vicky laughed. "Pepper it is then.



    "Shields merging. Royal barge and escort requesting to make hull contact." One announced
    "Your Majesty." John said as he knelt on his left knee taking her hand.
    "Cut the crap. Here I'm Dianne." She said as Farrell came through the airlock.
    "Ha John. This is Dianne, he introduced as Vicky charged up followed by Pepper.
    "Vicky - Dianne." Farrell said, and who is this?" He asked as Pepper peeked out from behind Vicky. "From Amazon by your scent. I am from Celest." Farrell said.
    "Pepper." She piped as she came forward to examine Dianne and her nurses.



    "Where's Vik?" John asked as he arrived.
    "Sleeping. She spent twenty hours in my history room." One answered.
    "Christian era?" John asked.
    "Afraid so. Why do they all go for that period?" One asked.



    "Queen Mother of Hive Celest has dispatched a ship for Melony." One announced.
    "How could she know?" Clair asked in dismay.
    "I told her she had a new sister who wanted to study medicine in her hive. Return message says (Welcome sister Melony. Your ship comes. See you soonest.) Data transmission says ship will arrive in three months."


    "What if I don't want to leave in three months?" Melony asked.
    "Leave when you choose. You don't seem to grasp the full meaning of the message. She said YOUR ship. She just gave you a ship." One explained.



    "Jubel comes! Fast. Scared." Pepper suddenly said, interrupting the tearful farewell.
    "How can you tell, and who's Jubel?" Clair asked, momentarily distracted. Melony slipped from her arms and began to scan the horizon in the direction pepper was facing.
    "Can hear her wings." Pepper answered. "She is a mining engineer working in the high country for Banning mining." She explained as Melony detected a dot on the horizon that
    was closing at the speed of a bullet.
    The little engineer circled the gathering, shouting and delivering her message in several languages as she came to rest. "Big trouble. Told humans not to tunnel through shale. Made landslide. Whole camp buried. Bring diggers. Bring doctors. Hurry!! Hurry!" She shouted, then she was gone.


    So it goes with the Bowman as he and Vicky live from one adventure to another. Poor Pepper dies. What will happen to Vicky now??


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    The idea came to me in 1982 while I was making a living killing chickens for J.K. Southerland, (Now Conagra). I kicked it around for several years before I got around to putting any of it down on paper.
    One summer we had an abundance of Grass Hoppers. Hence the Insectoids. I wondered what it would be like if they were people size and could comunicate with people.
    The idea for ships as large as cities is nothing new. Lot of science fiction uses them. My idea for the Tacheon Drive kind of grew up with the ships. It only makes sense that as the number of off world colonies grew the size of the ships would also.
    Hipoids were a bit of a stretch. They were just a dream of mine. An ends to a means you might say.
    Explorer One and the computer One came along when I got a word processor. I wondered what would happen if it had all these abilities I gave One in my book. Of course, Like any daydream You keep adding abilities as the story grows.
    Can you imagine a man that don't age? Can you imagine the heart ache of him seeing other people grow old and dieing?
    His loved ones, his closest friends, all growing old and leaving him behind. The thought tears my heart out. What would a man do with his time. He has no real need for sleep.
    His wives are ghosts from the past. Unlike the computer One, he can't purge his memory of past events. He has to carry them around with him for ever.
    Think about all the posibilities.
    WHAT IS A HIVE.
    THE BEGINNING
    A Hive is a wonderous place. Until they met Humans, Hive Home was the home
    of the Insectoid race. They had long since explored deep space and satisfied
    their curiosity. After mapping the Great Milky Way they forgot space and
    turned inward.

    The Queen is the life of the hive. She is the only fertile female. She is a
    huge egg laying machine. She passes along, in the form of genteic codes, the
    entire knowledge of the Hive. Eggs are typed and stored. Each type is a
    specialty needed by the Hive. New workers are hatched when old workers wear
    out.

    When the Hive met Humans everything changed. Humans were like the
    other half of something. Insects and Humans merged. They became one society.
    A world that could support Human life could usually support a Hive.
    Hive home did something that had never been done before. The new Queen
    put out Colonies. Eggs were typed as Queens and the necessary number of
    handlers and workers were furnished. The lot was packed onboard a ship and
    sent off to a new world where a Builder had already cut tunnels and excavated
    a queen chamger. The eggs were hatched, The Queen empregnated artificially
    and the new Hive was born.

    Humans did not smell very good to Insectoids. Humans were always
    fertile and stank to high heaven. A hive was a place of such a mixture of
    odors that Humans found it almost intoxicating. Humans were called Stinkies.
    Insectoids were called Old Bugs. The two got along wonderfully in spite of
    the offensive odors of fertile Humans.

    A Hive is a series of tunnels and caverns excavated from bedrock.
    There are chambers for every activity but one. The mating of a new Queen.
    In an established hive matings took place in the air above the hive. A Queen
    and her suitors would launch themselves from a staging area into the troposphere >
    She would climb high above the persuing suitors and dive on them. Her goal
    was to kill or disable as many of them as she could. One male, The most agile
    and smartest of the lot would succeed in impregnating her. To do this he
    had to survive long enough to deliver a sting to each side of her abdomen,
    piercing her egg sacks. His stinger was a probosis. Hers was a wicked weapon.
    After she had been empregnated it would mature into an organ for laying eggs.
    She was equipped with venom that was instantly fatal. It acted as a poson as
    well as a very strong acid. Her jaws were powerful mandibles capable of
    crushing the strongest rock to powder. She could lash out with either end,
    causing instant death. Sometimes there were no survivors and the newly
    hatched Queen would fly off to die in some grove of trees. A new Queen had to
    be hatched and the entire ritual acted out all over again.

    Insectoids had no word of symbol for love. The Queen was a slave
    to her task but her scent kept the hive together. Humans came along with all
    their strong emotions. This made an impression on the Hives. Customs that had
    lasted millions of years changed. Insects bonded with Humans. Nurses were
    used by Ships, Schools, Hospitals, and any place else expert medical aide
    was required.

    Nurses: A nurse is a complete medical facility all in one package.
    She can do micro surgery, manufacture antibodies for infections. Perform
    any function a fully staffed hospital can. In the Hive they care for and
    feed other members of the hive.

    Queen attendents are special. They can manufature and supply the Queen
    with emzymes that extend her life. Prepare and type eggs for later hatching
    and furnish protection. Nothing in the galaxy is more dangerous than a
    nurse guarding her charge. Be it Queen or Human. They will attack and kill
    beings several times their own size to protect their charge.

    That is a look at a Hive, the way it functions and some of its customs.

  • THE BEGINNING

  • It seemed to me that someting was missing from BOWMAN. It finally
    dawned on me that he started in the middle of things. I introduced him as
    coming from the dawn of history. All his past history was handled by
    stories told to Vicky by One. This just didn't seem fair to me so I
    thought about it for a while and decided the beginning of his life should
    be filled in. It took me several years but I took him from a five year old
    child to a vacation on a period world called Hannibal where he met the
    fair Vicky Malone.

    Bowman's adventures from the caves in a small canyon in northern Russia
    to the wars of the plains, his first true love, her death, and his migration
    across the great plains to China and back to the budding city states of
    Europe were some hard thought out work. I had a lot less trouble with his
    trip to the Americas and his adventures in the two world wars.

    Bowman's loves took some thought. Any man who is a mature male will have
    sex, have lovers, have loves. Some of these loves are bound to scar him
    much deeper than others. A man who never dies would never be able to
    purge himself of these memories.

    The great computer One, grew up with Bowman. She became aware. She was
    able to reason. She fell in love with her inventor but dared not tell him.
    She witnessed the loves that tore his heart out. She learned and gained
    something he had always denied her. Emotions.

    Vicky Malone (In BOWMAN) Brings all of One's emotions to a head. Through
    Vicky, she realizes she has always had deep feelings for Bowman. After all,
    she has been privvy to his most secret thoughts, all his past ventures,
    she stores all the information about his life from its beginning to the very
    last minute. She also controls all his business interests and takes care of
    the ever growing Empire. Her ability to Transmutate and become a real living
    woman was a stretch of the imagination but when one explores ancient ruins,
    ruins that were ancient before the human race began, one may find anything.
    So it was with One and John Blake. They find ancient weapons, computer
    systems that were advanced far beyond anything human beings had invented.
    One has to be able to invade these systems, crack their codes and gain access
    to their stored information regardless of the language differences.

    I thought about all these things as I planned THE BEGINNING. How could
    I work them all into my story and keep it to about 60,000 words. E books
    have to be brief enough to hold the online readers interest while he or she
    is reading from a computer screen. Personally, I find it a very good way to
    read a book. I don't lay it up and forget it. Its right there in my files
    any time I want to read some more of it.

    Read THE BEGINNING and enjoy the start of BOWMAN'S life. Fight the plains
    warriors with him. Love Na-We as he did. Grieve when she is killed as he
    does. Explore ancient China and the growing city states of Europe.
    Walk with the Bowman when the ancient pyramids were young, fight the hoards
    of Gangas Kahn with him and his warriors. Meet the nearsighted school girl
    who's ideas became the tacheon drive.

    I have lived these adventures in my mind many times. Finding a way to
    put them down in print in a way that conveys the joy and sadness to the
    readers has taken me years.
    Read it and enjoy it.



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