The Knowledge Bank: The Alien Gun Book Two

by Len Streeper

When Master Flint took Ishiko to the Knowledge Bank, a place of great learning, neither of them expected their trip to take a deadly turn. Instead of learning the new skills Ishiko came here for, she gets abducted. The technician she was entrusted to, Gareth-14, has a plan of his own and Ishiko has the final pieces he needs. One thing Gareth-14 didn’t factor into his plan is the level of violence and determination Master Flint wields in his search for Ishiko. Gareth-14 finds himself staying one step ahead of Flint in a race for unimaginable wealth. Despite Master Flint’s dogged pursuit, Gareth-14 had a long time to form his plan. It soon becomes apparent to Ishiko she must find a way to free herself instead of waiting for her master to rescue her. She engages in a battle of wits against a person educated beyond anything she ever encountered. Ishiko only has two tools at her disposal. One is her ability to read the hidden emotions and intentions in a person’s voice. The other is her skill at sexual manipulation she used to survive as a slave. Will those skills be enough to win a battle of wits with a person whose knowledge seems to know no bounds? If she’s not up to the task, Gareth-14 will take away everything she is; her spirit, her skills, her experiences. Even if she survives his cruel intentions, the dark secret behind the knowledge bank’s success will swallow her whole and spit out the useless remains.

156 pages, Paperback

Published March 11, 2018

About the author

Howdy! My name is Len Streeper and I’m a writer. Since you’re reading this you must want to know something about me. Thank you. I hate writing these things! I never know what to say. From my point of view, I’m a pretty ordinary person. I’m quiet, I like to listen instead of talk. Until beer enters the mix, then you can’t shut me up. Just ask my wife. Now, on this cool September day I’m sitting by a small fire in my back yard writing between rain drops. A good friend suggested writing the thing’s that make me interesting. I gave her a blank stare. This brought an incredulous look from her. She pointed out things I’ve done that almost no one else has. At least in this century. I argued it isn’t interesting and she rolled her eyes. Since she’s smarter than I am I listened and here are some things she thinks make me interesting. I lived in a teepee for a few years. It’s not as glamorous as it might seem, it was more like a way of being homeless on purpose. I was a child, though, so it had some perks. What living in a tepee taught me is what it’s like to live in a teepee. I guess you can say I have a good background for surviving the zombie apocalypse. Something else living in a tepee in the mountains taught me is a pathological love of indoor plumbing and hot running water! I do think living like that influenced my desire to become a storyteller. Living a rustic lifestyle makes storytelling an integral part of daily life.
Eventually I had to go to school so we moved to Salt Lake City. There was some culture shock to be sure, but it wasn’t too bad. During my school career I discovered Role Playing Games and fell instantly in love. Here was a game where everyone has a part in the story. I’m surprised people didn’t invent these pastimes centuries ago to alleviate winter boredom.
Needless to say, I HATED English in school. To all the English teachers out there, I’m sorry, but diagraming sentences had nothing to do with storytelling. At least not back then to a teenager who’s imagination was fueled by hormones.
Highschool led to art school. I went to art school instead of writing school because I thought writers needed to be good at English. Considering the difficulties I had in English classes it’s a wonder I can even speak the language.
Art school led to being a starving artist. Since I experienced enough hunger while living in the tepee, I took on several non art related jobs and bounced around from state to state for a while. I ended up back in Utah and got married then had a kid. The thing’s a kid can teach you…wow! I eventually got a job as a graphic designer just to prove all the money spent on art school wasn’t a waste. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love being a graphic designer. It’s incredibly rewarding to make a living from my art.
Through all my years I still told stories in one form or another. Somewhere around twenty I decided to put pen to paper to try selling those stories. Judging from the pile of rejection letters I got, this wasn’t my calling. But it’s fun so I keep doing it. If you’ve read my stories I hope you enjoyed them and you have my profound gratitude.
Thank you for taking the time to read this far. I’m humbled that you found these ramblings interesting enough to make it to the end! Thank you, and I hope you feel like you know me a little bit now.