Steve Anderson
Bio
I am a career paramedic about to enter into my 36th year of service to my community, I have been blessed to witness and experience events that would make most people blush and run for cover. I hope to incorporate these moments into stories.
Stories (9/0)
The Moons Of Troponin
Sleep didn't come at all this night; fits and turns, demons and dragons, knights and damsels in distress; he dreamt it all, forgivingly, he was awakened by the sultry female voice he picked to awake to every day, this was his scheduled sleep awake notice, "Awake sweet prince, it is time to go forth and conquer, and Thomas, have a nice day." Damn, he was about to save the girl. Oh well; Tommy was a young, strapping, easy-going pioneer, the guy you could count on in a pinch, everyone's friend, but a loner. His day started out like all other days on this God forsaken world. It was morning back on earth, Greenwich time, but here on Troponin and its thirty-three-hour days, it was midday. But for the slight change in the hew of the sky, it was almost impossible to know the hour of this day or any other day on this alien world. He ventured forth from his bed to the adjacent wall of his small living quarters, scratched, placed his hand on the wall and a toilet appeared out of the floor, he relieved himself, placed his hand back on the wall, and the toilet once more was swallowed by the floor. His was a one room studio apartment, standard fare on the outer rim; it contained a Murphy wall bed that appeared out of the wall, like most of his creature comforts. He touched another wall and the bed disappeared. He slumbered into the kitchen area, still trying to awaken himself from his fitful sleep, scratching his week-old stubble on his chiseled face. He came to the mirror; mom would not be pleased!The kitchen was a small oven with a three-burner stove top which ran on a mixture of propane and infused Troponin air continuously routed through a vent system. Troponin air consisted of a higher concentration of oxygen than was on Earth. All personnel were told there was no reason to be alarmed or concerned about these things, yet he knew, there were instances of disappearances and strange happenings that the corporation seemed to go out of their way to disavow. he wondered if perhaps it had to do with the alien air they were breathing. He sighed, about to partake in the everyday, mundane, uneventful task that he had become accustomed to, his job. He poured a cup of coffee from the automatic dispenser and gulped it in four chugs, grimacing, maybe at the disgust of the terrible coffee, or more at the thought of travelling a thousand miles an hour, hurtled through an alien atmosphere, puking on himself from the enormous G-forces. Thank God for the nitrous oxide pumped into the large transfer vessels taking them from Troponin to its mineral rich moons. Laughing was always a better choice than puking. He opened the door from his apartment, drudged his way along the hallway which emptied into the immense docking station where all personnel reported for duty. Here they were given their shift assignments. The past two months he had been flip-flopping between N-STEMI and the work projects of the barren plains of the world. Today, he would be enroute to N-STEMI.
By Steve Anderson2 years ago in Horror
The Moons Of Troponin
No matter how many times he peered at his screen it never changed, over and over he ran the loop back, it never changed. From out of nowhere, it appeared, like a gigantic mouth opening up inside the cavernous walls of the old mineshaft, but how could this be? He scratched his head messing up his hideous combover which he attempted to hide his balding scalp. It was impossible for this monstrous cave to have appeared, there were no tremors associated with the opening, nothing that set off alarms, no warnings to alert staff or security; simply put, this was impossible! Yet, as he continued watching the recording, it was evident, the massive granite walls of the mineshaft opened like an enormous carnivorous mouth, complete with jutting stalactites that appeared as jutting canine teeth. As impossible as all of this was, he continued to observe the footage on his massive computer screen on his enormous desk, there was no doubt, something was leaving the cave. Nothing more than a wisp of smoke, or a blurred shadow; it appeared for an instant and then as though carried away by the wind, it was gone. The hairs on the back of his neck bristled as he played the image over and over, looking for clues to decipher what he was witnessing.
By Steve Anderson2 years ago in Fiction
6a66ylon
The last of the trilogy concerning a world hell bent on destruction. This is from a handwritten note found by the resistance after a public execution of "Non-Markers", it is thought to be authentic and has since been copied and distributed among those hiding in the wilderness. It is believed to have been written prior to "The Great One's" meteoric rise to power. The State is actively hunting down all who might have this, be careful and share it at your own peril.
By Steve Anderson2 years ago in Fiction
Kingdom Come
The second in a three part story concerning a future world that just might be right around the corner. The vaccine had been promoted with the promise of eradicating the killer virus that had wiped out a whopping 2 percent of the humanity; amazingly, nearly the total human race came forward to receive the inoculation. The man responsible for making this all possible had come to be known simply as "The Prophet". How society was ever able to operate without the benevolent act of this great man was now unfathomable. Wasn't he the one who convinced the nations to come to the table and agree to act as one and take the "cleansing"? A small injection taken in the right arm, and incredibly, the deadly virus was corralled, as well as many other viruses that had plagued humanity from the beginning of time, even the common cold was at an all time low.
By Steve Anderson2 years ago in Futurism
bEASt
This is a story of a beast, no, not that one. This individual will be intense, yet low-key, he will demand complete submission, yet publicly he will appear as docile as a dove. He's been with us all along; loved, respected, cheered, adored. Crowds flock to him, audiences quiver in their seats, longing to hear all he has to say. Presidents, kings and queens, leaders, dictators, they all succumb to his whims. How he rose to this place is a mute point, the fact of the matter, is that he is a tyrant. In a not too distant future, this beast will rise to a position of ultimate authority, he will command governments and armies. Through the force of his indomitable will, he has all his orders carried out without question, without delay. Those he commands will carry out the duties he assigns them. They will be ordained with the blessings of the holy church to transgress the laws of the church, setting themselves as the highest authority.
By Steve Anderson3 years ago in Futurism
The Moons of Troponin
Scud sat at his command desk under the dim lighting that splashed upon his meager possessions that he kept as momentos. He shared the cramped office space with the four other department heads that were in charge of keeping the daily operations of the enormous mining facility running at peak efficiency. Being the lead security officer of the two mines had its share of problems, he also had to patrol the housing and living facilities of the planet below. His second in command remained in charge of the other moon's mining security forces. He knew he was getting the raw end of the stick, everything was much more hectic on STEMI, the miners were a rowdy bunch of noncomformists; approximately eighty percent of the planet and the respective moons were males, ages eighteen to fifty, the corporation required forced retirement of all personnel at that age, believing the work too demanding, space colonisation seemed to age you fast. It was his third Troponin day on the job, his predecessor had just retired, he was pushing forty, ten more years on this rock, maybe he should have passed on the promotion, a frown crossed his brow.
By Steve Anderson3 years ago in Fiction
The Moons of Troponin
Splash awakened from his fitful sleep, his head twisted awkwardly between the window and the vehicle door. "Base to 2999." "Crap! Really?" It had been a non-stop double shift, the thirty-three hour days on the off-world were beginning to catch up to him; he could never remember to set his bio-clock to compensate for the difference in this world's orbit around it's massive star. Four more hours until his shift was over. "Ninety-nine, go." he muttered into the mic.
By Steve Anderson3 years ago in Fiction
The Whale
Jonas thought of himself as a big man; successful, street-savvy, a soldier of the streets; a man of action and purpose; a born leader, able to bend others to his indomitable will; a man of sophistication and clout; charismatic. In actuality, he was a small man, not in size but in life; a thug, singular in his thoughts and actions, given to fits of rage and violence, striking out against anyone who dared question his motives. Unkempt and disheveled; stringy hair falling over his eyes, covering his malevolent gaze. Teeth chipped, yellowed and stained by his two-pack a day habit that comprised most of his forgetful thirty years of life
By Steve Anderson3 years ago in Criminal
GHSA
President Biden enacted into law twenty executive orders on his first two days in office, including one memorandum, the bulk of these EO's dealt with the viral agent Covid-19. These included creating a Covid-19 response coordinator; putting a stop to the US withdrawal from the World Health Organization (WHO), and naming Dr. Fauci as the head of the US delegation to the WHO. He asked Americans to wear masks for one hundred days; he created a Covid-19 Health Equity task force; he signed into law the requirement workers wear masks in airports and on certain modes of transportation. He called on OSHA to release clear guidance on Covid-19 issues and gave OSHA the authority to enforce worker health and safety requirements. He directed the Department of Education and Health and Human Services (HHS) to provide for safely reopening schools. He signed into law the requirement to accelerate manufacturing and delivery of supplies for vaccination; he lent support to the international pandemic support effort, and he signed a memorandum supporting the Global Health Security Agenda (GHSA).
By Steve Anderson3 years ago in The Swamp
