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Space Junk: Freight the Power
These mischievous parcel-pushers are said to be carrying a dangerous yet mysterious package! Its contents are, I quote, “possibly existence ending”.
It is the distant future.
Earth has been abandoned. Humans are scattered across the known universe. The objectively evil, and super-powerful, Sizka Corporation is in the process of monopolizing every facet of human existence.
Enter our heroes!
Hero #1: Steven. A young, down-on-his-luck cargo driver, who, after the untimely death of his father, has had the responsibility of a failing shipping business thrust upon him.
Hero #2: Veigle. A plucky, rookie-navigator. They abandoned a posh-life managing their parent's Reality Television Conglomerate to pursue the ultra-dangerous job of Star-Steering.
This motley-two are given a rare opportunity- "A High-Profile Delivery", but quickly find themselves in-over-their-heads when it is revealed this isn't an ordinary package...
Our unlikely heroes fumble their way across a dangerous galaxy, kicking up conflict, and pitting themselves against old rivals, space pirates, and bounty hunters. Heck, they might even end up becoming the poster-peeps of an entire revolution!
Will they crush the competition? (Maybe!)
Will the baddies break them? (Hopefully not!)
Will they accidentally shake up the social order of an entire civilization? (Uhh … what?)
Space Junk is a fast-paced, off-beat Sci-Fi comedy that explores identity, self-acceptance, and finding your place (and people!) in this chaotic, confusing universe.
A fun, progressive novel for teens & YA!
Strong LGBTQ2S+ charachter
It is the distant future.
Earth has been abandoned. Humans are scattered across the known universe. The objectively evil, and super-powerful, Sizka Corporation is in the process of monopolizing every facet of human existence.
Enter our heroes!
Hero #1: Steven. A young, down-on-his-luck cargo driver, who, after the untimely death of his father, has had the responsibility of a failing shipping business thrust upon him.
Hero #2: Veigle. A plucky, rookie-navigator. They abandoned a posh-life managing their parent's Reality Television Conglomerate to pursue the ultra-dangerous job of Star-Steering.
This motley-two are given a rare opportunity- "A High-Profile Delivery", but quickly find themselves in-over-their-heads when it is revealed this isn't an ordinary package...
Our unlikely heroes fumble their way across a dangerous galaxy, kicking up conflict, and pitting themselves against old rivals, space pirates, and bounty hunters. Heck, they might even end up becoming the poster-peeps of an entire revolution!
Will they crush the competition? (Maybe!)
Will the baddies break them? (Hopefully not!)
Will they accidentally shake up the social order of an entire civilization? (Uhh … what?)
Space Junk is a fast-paced, off-beat Sci-Fi comedy that explores identity, self-acceptance, and finding your place (and people!) in this chaotic, confusing universe.
A fun, progressive novel for teens & YA!
Strong LGBTQ2S+ charachter
- GenresScience Fiction
355 pages, Kindle Edition
Published April 1, 2023
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April 21, 2023
Zany, fun, uplifting, space-y
If Murderbot, Futurama, and The Outer Worlds had a baby. It’s nice when sci-fi doesn’t take itself too seriously. Loved it!
If Murderbot, Futurama, and The Outer Worlds had a baby. It’s nice when sci-fi doesn’t take itself too seriously. Loved it!
December 27, 2023
This was a fun refreshing read, I highly recommend this sci fi comedy. Full of fun references and great characters. I get in the habit of reading depressing books but this was an excellent book to change things up with! Looking forward to more adventures!
May 2, 2023
Space Junk -
I had great hopes for this book. The description made it seem like it might be fun. Sorry. Just too stupid and awkward to read. I’m done at 8%.
I had great hopes for this book. The description made it seem like it might be fun. Sorry. Just too stupid and awkward to read. I’m done at 8%.
January 28, 2024
Right from the start, I knew this was going to be a wild one. In a very unusual opening, the narrator introduces themselves as H – and from that point on, throughout the entire loosely-screenplay-structured novel, the narrator interjections continued in special highlighted boxes like a Deadpool comic. Is it any wonder I loved it?
What’s the story about? Steve, a generational junk hauler down on his luck, is given a special piece of cargo to deliver. He teams up with a skilled but troubled navigator, and the rest of the plot is basically a Rat Race style scramble as they and their rivals all attempt to deliver the cargo first and win the prize. The cargo is duplicated, and only the first delivery team gets paid – but look, the plot really doesn’t matter much here. It’s just a hook upon which to hang the fucking ludicrous, glorious anorak that is the story.
(By the way, I did google a Dugtrio. It helped.)
I could just sit here and repost snippets of the story and call it a day. But I’m a professional, damn it. Okay, I’m not a professional book reviewer, but I do collect a salary so I meet the definition. So, like I was saying, Steve (the captain) and Veigle (the navigator) get into a Rat Race with an assortment of such colourful antagonist types as greasy clone-daddy Dario and some Sizka Corp stooges. And wind up on the wrong side of just about everybody as they try to make their way to their delivery point intact. Including, but not limited to, Space Pirates and Border Control.
Okay, so this narratius interruptus writing style is probably going to enrage a lot of readers but damned if I don’t like it. What a great way of summing up and infodumping. Of course that’s just me. But I was very much in favour of the literary conceit. If you can call it a literary conceit when it was really more of a literary … the opposite of conceit. Humbleness? No, not humbleness. Anyway.
What a fun silly charming little story. I remain, even after finishing the whole thing, uncertain as to what exactly the villains Sig and Nan were supposed to be up to, why they wanted the delivery credit (or to stop the delivery?). The whole delivery itself wasn’t very important in the end, as far as I could tell, even though the delivery recipient was very important indeed in a Douglas Adamsian kind of way. The package was really just there so the story could happen, and that’s fine with me. The result was utter chaos and we all love a bit of utter chaos in the morning. Bracing!
Sex-o-meter
Nothing much. Nobody gets … inveigled. Fuck it, the author didn’t go there so I am. It’s my duty. Frankly I am disgusted. Disgusted, I tell you. Why do I have to do so much work myself for these people. Oh well, the story didn’t suffer for its lack of horniness and probably wouldn’t have been better for the voice shift that would have been required to facilitate horniness anyway, so we’ll take the half a confrontationally-engorged genital out of a possible five, wince sympathetically, and move on.
Gore-o-meter
There’s some shooting, and someone (naming no names for reasons of spoiler avoidance) gets splatted with a spaceship, and Jeremy (naming names for reasons of Jeremy being ace, give that man a series of high-fives as the members of Team Jeremy line up on either side of the metaphorical corridor and he runs down it with his hands out, running arms notwithstanding of course, needless to say I am Team Jeremy for ALL TIME) is the target of constant unwarranted and quite hilarious violence, but it’s all for a good cause (specifically the hilariousness I was mentioning just now). One and a half flesh-gobbets out of a possible five here, because there is a bit of mayhem even if it’s not exactly gory.
WTF-o-meter
I only have one question: how does an infinite nesting doll work?
Other than that, and of course setting aside the wider question of the Cosmic Being and Jeeves and what the heck their deal is, there’s not a whole lot of WTF to deal with here. Unless of course the WTF-o-meter happens to decide that the whole story is composed of pure WTF from start to finish on account of H and the constant narrative interjections therefrom, and … let’s see. No, it looks like the WTF-o-meter is giving Space Junk: Freight the Power an overall rating of two bottle-nosed porpoises. No wait, four bottle-nosed porpoises whose noses are literal bottles. No, eight porpoise-nosed bottles. Sixteen porpoises who shoot bottles out of their blowholes. Thirty-two bottles, each containing a porpoise flailing around like Austin Powers pretending to be trapped in a nutshell. Sixty-four porpoises dressed as Austin Powers. I’m turning the WTF-o-meter off now, it’s starting to get warm in my hands.
My Final Verdict
Well. That was certainly something new. I enjoyed myself thoroughly! The interactions between Steve and Veigle, and the smack-talk-off between the two of them and Dario, and their confrontation with the Space Pirates, and specifically Jeremy the Space Pirate, made me giggle consistently and uncontrollably. This book isn’t going to be to everyone’s taste but it was right up my alley. My alley is pretty stupid, but what you have to remember is, I’m right about this and this book is really good actually, and if you don’t think so, you’re a horrible bore. Screw it, have a four-star review and another high five. Bless your heart.
What’s the story about? Steve, a generational junk hauler down on his luck, is given a special piece of cargo to deliver. He teams up with a skilled but troubled navigator, and the rest of the plot is basically a Rat Race style scramble as they and their rivals all attempt to deliver the cargo first and win the prize. The cargo is duplicated, and only the first delivery team gets paid – but look, the plot really doesn’t matter much here. It’s just a hook upon which to hang the fucking ludicrous, glorious anorak that is the story.
(By the way, I did google a Dugtrio. It helped.)
I could just sit here and repost snippets of the story and call it a day. But I’m a professional, damn it. Okay, I’m not a professional book reviewer, but I do collect a salary so I meet the definition. So, like I was saying, Steve (the captain) and Veigle (the navigator) get into a Rat Race with an assortment of such colourful antagonist types as greasy clone-daddy Dario and some Sizka Corp stooges. And wind up on the wrong side of just about everybody as they try to make their way to their delivery point intact. Including, but not limited to, Space Pirates and Border Control.
Okay, so this narratius interruptus writing style is probably going to enrage a lot of readers but damned if I don’t like it. What a great way of summing up and infodumping. Of course that’s just me. But I was very much in favour of the literary conceit. If you can call it a literary conceit when it was really more of a literary … the opposite of conceit. Humbleness? No, not humbleness. Anyway.
What a fun silly charming little story. I remain, even after finishing the whole thing, uncertain as to what exactly the villains Sig and Nan were supposed to be up to, why they wanted the delivery credit (or to stop the delivery?). The whole delivery itself wasn’t very important in the end, as far as I could tell, even though the delivery recipient was very important indeed in a Douglas Adamsian kind of way. The package was really just there so the story could happen, and that’s fine with me. The result was utter chaos and we all love a bit of utter chaos in the morning. Bracing!
Sex-o-meter
Nothing much. Nobody gets … inveigled. Fuck it, the author didn’t go there so I am. It’s my duty. Frankly I am disgusted. Disgusted, I tell you. Why do I have to do so much work myself for these people. Oh well, the story didn’t suffer for its lack of horniness and probably wouldn’t have been better for the voice shift that would have been required to facilitate horniness anyway, so we’ll take the half a confrontationally-engorged genital out of a possible five, wince sympathetically, and move on.
Gore-o-meter
There’s some shooting, and someone (naming no names for reasons of spoiler avoidance) gets splatted with a spaceship, and Jeremy (naming names for reasons of Jeremy being ace, give that man a series of high-fives as the members of Team Jeremy line up on either side of the metaphorical corridor and he runs down it with his hands out, running arms notwithstanding of course, needless to say I am Team Jeremy for ALL TIME) is the target of constant unwarranted and quite hilarious violence, but it’s all for a good cause (specifically the hilariousness I was mentioning just now). One and a half flesh-gobbets out of a possible five here, because there is a bit of mayhem even if it’s not exactly gory.
WTF-o-meter
I only have one question: how does an infinite nesting doll work?
Other than that, and of course setting aside the wider question of the Cosmic Being and Jeeves and what the heck their deal is, there’s not a whole lot of WTF to deal with here. Unless of course the WTF-o-meter happens to decide that the whole story is composed of pure WTF from start to finish on account of H and the constant narrative interjections therefrom, and … let’s see. No, it looks like the WTF-o-meter is giving Space Junk: Freight the Power an overall rating of two bottle-nosed porpoises. No wait, four bottle-nosed porpoises whose noses are literal bottles. No, eight porpoise-nosed bottles. Sixteen porpoises who shoot bottles out of their blowholes. Thirty-two bottles, each containing a porpoise flailing around like Austin Powers pretending to be trapped in a nutshell. Sixty-four porpoises dressed as Austin Powers. I’m turning the WTF-o-meter off now, it’s starting to get warm in my hands.
My Final Verdict
Well. That was certainly something new. I enjoyed myself thoroughly! The interactions between Steve and Veigle, and the smack-talk-off between the two of them and Dario, and their confrontation with the Space Pirates, and specifically Jeremy the Space Pirate, made me giggle consistently and uncontrollably. This book isn’t going to be to everyone’s taste but it was right up my alley. My alley is pretty stupid, but what you have to remember is, I’m right about this and this book is really good actually, and if you don’t think so, you’re a horrible bore. Screw it, have a four-star review and another high five. Bless your heart.
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