In the last city on Earth, a demoted geneticist plays chess with the talking cat who was once her lover and once tried to end the human race.
Three voices. One literary house.
Author: Mel Rook
Mel Rook is a liberal, radical, sex addict who smokes weed, drinks Jack Daniels and likes to yell at his favorite sports teams on television.
He writes short fiction, poetry and essays. The work spans historical, contemporary, and speculative settings, with recurring characters, systems, and questions that echo across stories without requiring sequence or completion because time is an illusion. Read his stories or not, just don't waste his time.
He has a cat named Marvin.
A lonely immortal woman walks into the clone barracks, finds the city’s soldiers plotting a strike, and hands them a history lesson and a list of demands.
In Earth’s last all-women city, a weary president fights a zealot’s book ban — then a rumor that the printers are growing men hints nature is rewriting us.
The most feared woman in the last city keeps an alligator and a stolen clone soldier, and falls for a killing machine who seems to be learning how to feel.
A bored immortal president half-listens as a doomed citizen begs to escape the gang lord who feeds her enemies to an alligator — then leaves to chase the sun.
In a walled city where the smallest crime means a fine or death, a woman gambles her life flirting with the cloned officer sent to charge her. Tense sci-fi.
A grieving woman demands a revenge kill, and a bored president answers with a deadpan list of every way she won’t execute her — in a state where pencil is power.
The counting, people-averse dictator of the last city on Earth braces for another day of grievances and executions — steadied only by her wife.
A lizard salvager lands on a poisoned, war-scarred Earth to strip it for parts — and falls for the doomed blue rock he was sent to claim. Funny, wistful sci-fi.
An immortal geneticist and her sardonic talking cat make house calls in the last domed city, chasing a rumor that citizens are growing tails. Read it free.
She’s died 108 times and runs a pirate broadcast from a lawless bar with an alligator named Burt — until a caller from her forgotten past calls her out.
In a domed city of 70 million immortal clones, every room has a camera — until Rachel47’s goes dark and she tastes privacy. A surveillance sci-fi tale.