"Gripping and harrowing, like a System Apocalypse fugue induced by the 2024 election season." ~A Beta Reader
Integration Day came, and with it the Apocalypse—which turns out to be particularly weak to smart bombs and cruise missiles. Seven years later, that doesn’t help us in the San Francisco Bay Area when politics get in the way of survival.
I've been ready for this day since the pogroms started back up and I dragged everyone else into being ready for it alongside me. What we thought to use to protect ourselves from other people now has a different goal, but I didn't run roughshod over everyone only for my preparations and plans to fail. The System calls me the Memetic Sysadmin; my haters call me the Tyrant of the West; and my friends just call me when the work needs doing.
Bit of a job, but we're here, we're queer, and this is our hour; we'll rise to the occasion and then raise a glass to those who rest in power.
"If John Ringo were an angry radical alt-left queer anarchist, he might write this story." ~A Different Beta Reader
Aaron lives in California, working as a software developer while muttering enviously about the superiority of walkable communities and countries with vastly better support for raising children.
Having had the Path of the Writer unlocked by the mid-life acquisition of an awesome rainbow hat, Aaron is now trying to inflict thirty years of arguing about civics and public policy at the Shabbat table onto readers seeking fantasy novels. Rumors that the devastating smirk masks a series of deep, dark secrets are entirely unsubstantiated—all such secrets are all-too-shallow and prone to being shared at the drop of a pin.