Of Cannibals and Men by Thomas Anderson

Terminus City, USA
Early 21st Century

The guy I was trailing was sloppy. Which meant either one of two things. He was either really green or he was leading me into a trap.

I hoped for the former while preparing myself for the latter. In my experience, it was always the latter. The guys in this cult were psychopathic cannibals, but not like most psychopathic cannibals. They preferred to eat people while they were still alive.

I had been hired by a local politician whose constituents had been disappearing. No one had any clue what was going on, or even who could be responsible for the disappearances.

Even though this city is along the path of a major highway, a lot of people here are pretty ignorant of the country around them. The guy was heading into a district filled with abandoned warehouses. Based on previous experiences with these cult members, I knew they were involved.

I watched as the guy entered the front door of one of the warehouses and disappeared inside. I thought I’d be smart and walk around the side of the building and try to get in through the loading dock. I saw a shadow diving at me and I went into action. Pulling out my gat, I opened fire only to see my shots have no effect.

The shadow landed in front of me and I saw it was a cult member dressed in black coveralls. He wore a bulletproof vest. In the struggle I dropped my gun. I had no choice but to pummel him into submission with my fists. After knocking him out I saw my hands were bleeding. I’d have to take care of the cuts and scrapes on my hands later. I picked up my gun from where I dropped it and searched the guy.

I found a remote control on his belt and pushed it. As the dock door began to lift, I slid into the warehouse, pulled my gun and announced my presence. Every cult member ran to the nearest exit. I looked around and saw a whole bunch of people locked in cages. I unlocked the cages and called the police. Once they arrived and took charge of the scene, I took off to collect my paycheck.

The End

Author’s Note


So what did you think of the story? It felt a little short, didn’t it? That’s because what you just read is not the real story! The real story is not a modern day, detective story at all! The real story is a science fiction story that takes place on another planet, a little over a thousand years in the future! Before I get into that, I just wanted to explain the little experiment I’m conducting. I’ve been reading a lot of articles about how people don’t like reading science fiction. Articles about how people think science fiction is a worthless genre. How when someone reads a science fiction story that was rewritten just enough to take away the science fiction elements and then read the original story, they love the covered up story and hate the original. I think that’s really sad because science fiction writers like myself, put a lot of time and effort into crafting our stories and ideas! I don’t know if people feel they can’t relate to it or they’re so set in their ways, they don’t want to try anything new. I know reading science fiction takes a lot of imagination to visualize what you’re reading. Maybe people can’t visualize things unless they see them in an everyday setting?

Another reason I’m doing this, is to see if people are more inclined to read a story written by an author with a white sounding name rather than someone with a Latino name. If you ask someone to name five authors, 9 out of 10 people may only name white authors. The publishing industry doesn’t seem to be interested in diversity. Whether it be outright racism on their part, outdated beliefs that no one wants to read a non-white writer, or they are just so out of touch with readers that they don’t know how to market anything new or different from what people have been reading for years. Latino and other non-white writers are severely underrepresented and even less likely to receive a deal with a publisher because of their ancestry. Some people see a Latino name like mine and I wonder if they don’t take us seriously or flat out discriminate against us because we’re not a white writer. I chose the name Thomas Anderson because that was Neo’s real name in The Matrix.

Another reason I’m doing this, is to see if people are only willing to read and/or purchase books and short stories from professional publishing companies as opposed to giving the opportunity to self published writers. Just because a big name backs someone, doesn’t mean what they write is good. I feel the lack of diversity and opportunity for non-white writers hurts everyone. That is why I self publish, because I will not let my art suffer because what I write may make some people feel uncomfortable! We cannot all be white bread and vanilla! People on this planet come in different hues, different experiences, different lives, different religions and different sexualities! If you’re going to dismiss me based on my chosen genre, ethnic background or some other bullshit reason, that’s your loss! I am who I am, I write what I want and I’m going to do it my way!

I don’t care what the establishment thinks or how they feel, “things should be done”. Fuck that! It’s time for us to rise up and make our voices heard! We have always been here and we will not be silenced and pushed off into the background! I’m calling on all non-white artists, writers, musicians, what have you, to stand up and make your presence known! Self publish your work, release your creations, use whatever websites, guerrilla marketing techniques or whatever to get your name out there! We’re entering a new age where the old order is crumbling and this is our opportunity to shine!

With the technology out there, you can do anything and sell your stuff or present it to the world at little to no cost to yourself other than time and energy. We’ve been sidelined enough by this world and it’s time to take back our lives and our destiny! The old status quo is obsolete and we need to build a new paradigm! Be loud, be proud and be heard!

And now, the real version of the story you read in the beginning, in all its original glory! From the mind of the only self published Puerto Rican science fiction writer in Albany, NY, comes:

Of Plants and Men: A Medlow Staur Adventure by Andres Diaz

The planet Lentap 5 in the Pegasus Galaxy
Mid 31st Century C.E.

The Borck I was trailing was sloppy. Which meant either one of two things. He was either really green or he was leading me into a trap.

I hoped for the former while preparing myself for the latter. In my experience, it was always the latter. The Borck were a vegetarian species, but not like most vegetarians. They preferred to eat sentient beings from species that were descended from plants.

I had been hired by a local politician whose constituents had been disappearing. No one had any clue what was going on, or even who could be responsible for the disappearances.

Even though this planet is along the path of a major trade route, a lot of people here are pretty ignorant of the galaxy around them. The Borck was heading into a district filled with abandoned warehouses. Based on previous experiences with the Borck, I knew they were involved. The Borck were a weird species. They had narrow, short heads, with extremely long arms and legs.

Their bodies were covered in short, orange scales and had protruding bone spikes jutting out of their shoulders and upper backs. Their teeth were designed for a herbivorous diet and they walked with a hunched over, shuffling gait. Their four nostrils could smell chlorophyll over the distance of a mile. They’re well known for kidnapping plant based species and eating them.

I watched as the Borck entered the front door of one of the warehouses and disappeared inside. I thought I’d be smart and walk around the side of the building and try to get in through the loading dock. I saw a shadow diving at me and I went into action. Pulling out my gats, I opened fire only to see my shots have no effect.

The shadow landed in front of me and I saw it was a Borck dressed in black coveralls. He wore an anti-energy blaster vest. It was an old model with an external battery. Needing my hands free I holstered my guns and wrestled with the guy. I managed to yank out the battery cable and pummeled him into submission with my fists. I’d have to take care of the cuts and scrapes on my hands later.

I found a remote control on his belt and pushed it. As the dock door began to lift, I slid into the warehouse, pulled my guns and announced my presence. Every Borck ran to the nearest exit. I looked around and saw a whole bunch of plant based entities locked in cages. I unlocked the cages and called the police. Once they arrived and took charge of the scene, I took off to collect my paycheck.

The End

Visit our website and read our blog!

fantasmaverdegroup.wordpress.com

Thank you for the time you spent reading this and thank you for your support!

Andres Diaz

December 13, 2017

Of Cannibals and Men and Of Plants and Men: A Medlow Staur Adventure were both written by Andres Diaz

Cover photo and design by Andres Diaz

Copyright 2017

Published by: Fantasma Verde Group, Albany, NY

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Powered by WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: