Puddle Driver-a podcast novel

Written and read by ApocD In this chapter, something is revealed. How's that for disclosure? Thanks for listening! The soft light from the jumpship revealed only a faint outline of the thing on the floor. Streis didn't like what he saw; it had a shape that Streis had never before seen. It was impossible to tell in the dark, but he didn't think it was human.

Chapter 6 was written and read by ApocD. I've finished the Brace for Impact edit and am waiting for my proof copy to approve before it's available for sale. So, I should have more time for Puddle Driver and I plan to post new chapters regularly from now on until the story ends. Thanks for your patience. Streis pressed his faced against one of the jumpship's portholes and watched the stars disappear as the large ship swallowed his tiny craft.nbsp; He knew he couldn't have gotten away; evasive maneuvers were unrealistic in a ship with just enough fuel to put him into lunar orbit.nbsp; When the jumpship shook, Streis assumed metallic locks had gripped his craft.nbsp; Through the portholes, he saw only darkness.

Written and read by ApocD. Thanks! The voice was unnatural but the language was real. The message was in Akkadian. No one spoke Akkadian anymore; according to Streis' implant database, it had been spoken in Sumer thousands of years earlier. He knew the significance of the language as it related to space exploration, though, and his implants quickly translated the message.

Written and read by ApocD. The guy hadn't even been Australian. How could Streis have missed that? He'd lived in Australia for two years while letting the heat cool down after his little incident on the moon. The guy was probably English. Maybe Scottish. How could he have missed that?

Written by Skip Jenkins. Read by ApocD. It only took the smallest flicker of recognition in the Australian's eyesnbsp;before the video feed lost cohesion for Streis to learn volumes. Up until then he had been operating under the assumption that he was dealing with a major player in his unexpected disappearance for the argon-lit data-Mecca of Earth. He begins to ponder the implications of that and checks GMT.

Written and read by ApocD. The Australian.nbsp; Why had he even talked to the Australian?nbsp; Everyone knew what the Australians were like, never mind the under-educated island of criminals stereotypes:nbsp; they were ruthless.nbsp; Streis had seen reports on the net that over 90% of the inmates in English prisons were Australians; they just couldn't stay out of places they didn't belong, real or virtual.

Written and read by Skip Jenkins. It takes some getting used to moving about in zero-G. Limbs do not move the way they do under positive Gs, and the results are often unexpected. When Streis awoke, he was in a fetal position in a slow counterclockwise spin. His head throbbed unbearably, and had he known an earlier forced dosage of Tryptaline was to blame, he would have been more concerned. The last thing he could remember was drinking with an Australian ex-pat data dealer in Osaka. There had been gravity in the bar, Streis was pretty sure of that, and judging by the fact that he could crane his head up to look through a transparent Plasteel porthole at Asia far above him, he had come a long way since he could last recall.