
Mortal Protection Services
by kiltedfrog
The Earth wakes up to find itself surrounded by completely different stars. An announcement rings out across the planet: "We at Mortal Protection Services have relocated you to a foster system temporarily. Do not panic." . . Some of you are panicking, when we specifically asked you not to. What to expect: Sci-fi: Various densities, mostly soft. We got your warp drives and subspace enfuckulators, but also a touch of hard space reality. Who doesn't love a chewy candy with a hard shell? Comedy: From slapstick to erudite to troglodyte. We got stuff for any brow level you want. As well as many, many easter-eggs for sci-fi & fantasy nerds alike. Galactic horror: I'll leave the fully fleshy nature of that for you to discover a few chapters in, it's better that way. Fun with Letters: Silly little anagrams, and silly little acronyms. A Hyperspace Cat. (Proudly made by humans. No AI in Writing or Art.)
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