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Thanks to stellar advances in longevity, Earth is overrun by Baby Boomers well into their hundreds. Social Security being the stuff of history books, subsequent generations must find some way to put all those Boomers to good use…challenging since few have minds that have survived along with their bodies. But the silver lining is that few can complain about what some of those uses are.
Mary, born in rural Virginia in 1948, never was the good girl just hoping to catch a husband that her family expected. Instead of just minding her evening chores, she memorized the constellations as she marveled at the majesty of the night sky. All she ever wanted was to somehow, someday make it to the stars. Now, in a charity nursing home amidst the rubble of what’s now a post-industrial Africa, she might finally have lived long enough to see her wish come true. But only if she can escape her nursing home, free the other Boomers there…including the one who thinks she’s Marilyn Monroe and the one who thinks he’s Napoleon…and remember her own name.
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Salty, saucy, both tongue-in-cheek and perfectly well-researched sci fi at its best!
It’s the year 2100. Nan has had to leave her peaceful home above what used to be the Arctic Circle for something extraordinarily old-fashioned: a physical meeting with someone in, of all places, a city. If she doesn’t contract a fatal disease first, she might choke to death on Manhattan’s Rococo holography. Must she have dinner with the elusive boss who hired her to get those annoying aliens off welfare and back to their home planet? Tiresome. Especially when she could print up a better meal back home. But things are about to get a whole lot worse…
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