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Chapter V of Agent Shield and Spaceman

The fifth chapter of my web fiction "Agent Shield and Spaceman" is now available. On this final day of June, things appear to be on track to keep going with the schedule.

I saw "Finding Dory," the other night which I can recommend even though the movie didn't leave me with any overwhelming need to see it a second time. It's a Pixar sequel which means the movie doesn't feel ground-breaking or original in any particular fashion. On the other hand, the story is beyond competently told, and the new characters are fun. In particular, the sea lions seemed an inspired bit of voice acting paired with some entertaining animation. In other words, your typical mid-range Pixar movie.

In my search for the "Dark Realism" literature I outlined in a previous post,  I recently finished "Roadside Picnic" by Arkady and Boris Strugatsky. This intriguing bit of cosmic horror imagine a world after an enigmatic visit by aliens. After their brief stay on the surface of earth, the aliens depart leaving behind zones contaminated by their machines and technology. Some of these machines have incalculable worth to humankind, other objects are incredibly dangerous. As both a speculative thriller and a mediation upon universal truths, the novel works marvelously.


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