The Ride is a galactic tale of sex, adventure, and excessive drinking among those who travel the stars. <br><br>My novel "The Ride" is a science fiction adventure about a man who makes his living traveling from planet to planet fighting dangerous animals. This is also a story about the women he meets and falls in love with, who don't want a serious relationship with a man who makes his living traveling from planet to planet fighting dangerous animals. The plot could be best described in the man's own words as "The monsters are easy, it's the girls that are dangerous."<br><br>The story takes place in a distant future where mankind is one of several star traveling species who have spread throughout the galaxy. Communication across the galaxy is instantaneous, travel between star systems is mostly by scheduled public transport, there are no sexual diseases, no girl ever gets pregnant unless she wants to, and sex is just for fun.
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Tom Ph.D. Anderson. The Ride
THE BEGINNING
THE AMBASSADOR
CHAPTER 1. THE MONSTERS
THE GLORIDE MONSTERS
CHAPTER 2. AND THE HOUSE WINE
CHAPTER 3. THE KINZU HOOK
CHAPTER 4. LINE AND SINKER
CHAPTER5. AND THE SCALPEL
CHAPTER 6. THURIAN MESSENGERS OF GOD
<><> JULIE’S STORY
CHAPTER 7. VACATION?
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CHAPTER 8. TROTHGUARD
CHAPTER 9. THE ELAN BELL
CHAPTER 10. A FIGHTING SLAVE
CHAPTER 11. A SLAVES LIFE
CHAPTER 12. DIANA’S DECISION
CHAPTER 13. ROBERTO’S END
CHAPTER 14. CELESTE
AFTERWORDS
THE BARRILLEANS
THE THURIANS
THE ELAN
THE KINZU
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A sickened and dying Earth had forced Mankind to make its leap for the stars. 10,000 settlement starships sent in 10,000 different directions. Most of the starships came to bad ends. A handful of starships found perfect worlds where civilization flourished. After that, in the words of the other star traveling species, Mankind spread like a plague.
Just beyond the edge of the galaxy a wormhole disgorges a single ship. The ship contains a single sentient mind, but is filled with a multitude of spare ceptu hosts for that mind. The mind belongs to an incorporeal being who had no concept of a personal life span. He had no concept of a life’s natural beginning or ending. He had never been a child. He would never grow old. He had lived through the lifespan of millions of ceptu hosts.
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◊The lounge had several bottles of my favorite wine. It was very expensive, so I would usually only buy a bottle on special occasions. If there ever was a special occasion, this was it. I could have been dead. I was drinking my favorite wine like it was the cheapest beer. I was at the point where I was seriously considering asking the bartender to get me an escort back to my own quarters, my drinking companions either passed out or in as bad shape as I was, when two aides from the mine managers office came in to tell me the good news.
The mine manager wanted to see me immediately, drunk or sober. The manager's office was on the far edge of the mine and up to the surface. Quite a distance to take a man who could barely walk and who had to be half carried all the way. We were going through another lounge area just off the surface run, when we heard screams coming from the bar. The two aides ran ahead to see what the problem was. I was running to the bar area because my bottle of wine was almost empty. The last thing I remember was standing in the bar, wondering where they kept my favorite wine.
