It’s off!
Cross your fingers and hope they buy it. Tor books, my esteemed publisher, has just been sent THE CONCUBINE VECTOR, the fourth (but not the final) volume in my COUNT TO THE ESCHATON sequence.
I wonder what the cover art will eventually look like for the Eschaton sequence? Hmmm….
While that expresses the frustration of my main character, Meanie Montrose with the lingering tardiness of the future to arrive, I am not sure it captures the grandeur of the whole conception. It does not scream ‘Eschaton!’
So maybe this?
That is clearly more eschatonic, but now there are no jetpacks, only messengers of God in iron chariots.
How about:
No, that is just weird. And no Kzin, please. They unnerve me.
Hmm. Is it just me, or is that image also mildly unnerving?
Maybe something in a more science fictional theme. Where IS that jetpack we’ve been waiting for, anyway?
A British spy flew off with it, after kissing your girl. The bum.
I understand jetpacks make it easier to pick up girls. Is that true?
No, I don’t mean pick up in that sense. Something more like this:
Or this:
Or why not just give the jetpack to the lady, and get rid of the distracting British Spy or American Pilot?
Jetpackers of the world, we salute you!
Where is your jetpack, you ask? Stop complaining. Use your mobile device smaller than a STAR TREK communicator to contact the HAL-9000 style world-girdling electronic calculation machine and make radiotelephonic contact via communication satellite with your nearest jetpack manufacturer. We live in the future.
Where is your jetpack? Look overhead.
About John C Wright
John C. Wright is a practicing philosopher, a retired attorney, newspaperman, and newspaper editor, and a published author of science fiction. Once a Houyhnhnm, he was expelled from the august ranks of purely rational beings when he fell in love; but retains an honorary title.
