The Fiery Syphon

Leo Lysucor

Description

For the mature adult only; this thrilling adventure is the second in a series to Leo Lysucor’s first book: ‘And
The Sun Taketh . . .’ Passionate about Global Warming, he pledges those profits to that book’s environmental solutions: i.e. capturing lightning and eliminating nuclear & toxic waste. The author wishes to remain anonymous as current reality demonstrates that humanity is severely threatened by inhumanity.
Love, lust, religion, and ethnic tension are all within Leo Lysucor’s troubled perspective. His fear for our future is palpable. Now he combats life’s deadly realities with more SCIENCE PROBABLE solutions. Experience the Love/Hate relationships of his characters, as this actionpacked romance pursues attainable planet-saving goals.
But, cynicism & political greed pollute every effort. Must all good intentions summon the inferno? Shall we watch & whimper as our environment collapses around us? Is the LIVING UNIVERSE laughing at our lustful quagmire of desolation? Is our zeal for our children’s future, but a Sound & Fury ~ signifying nothing? Will apathy snuff-out our civilization’s Brief Candle? Or will it be ~ ‘The Fiery Syphon’?

Sujets

• Science Fiction
• Adventure (Guyana)
• Sequel
• Adventure
• Suite d'une ?uvre
• Fiction
• Action

Informations

• Publié par: AuthorHouse
• Date de parution: 03 octobre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781665570923
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

Extrait

THE FIERY SYPHON
 
 
 
 
 
 
LEO LYSUCOR
 
 
 
 

 
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© 2022 Leo Lysucor. All rights reserved.
 
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Published by AuthorHouse  09/29/2022
 
ISBN: 978-1-6655-7094-7 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6655-7093-0 (hc)
ISBN: 978-1-6655-7092-3 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2022917142
 
 
 
 
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CONTENTS
Prologue
 
I
Return to the Hacienda Desert Valley
II
Split The Night
III
Margherita Returns
IV
Conceptualize Space/Time
V
Malcontent CIA Agent
VI
The Gusher Within
VII
Employee Problems
VIII
Sancho Gets Ambitious
IX
Gold Fever!
X
The Tipping-Point
XI
Top of The World, Mom!”
XII
CIA Jane’s Parole
XIII
Telescope-Cabin
XIV
Sphinctered Into The Night
XV
Covid19
XVI
Elena’s Fiancée
XVII
Conclusively, There Is A CME
XVIII
Corona Mass Ejection
XIX
The Wedding
XX
?Elena’s Cathartic Sympathetic Revenga?
XXI
The Honeymoon
XXII
?!?Justifiable Rape?!?
XXIII
Mrs. Natzi
XXIV
Gringo Sucker
XXV
A Time of Reckoning and Judgement
XXVI
?The Finger of God?
XXVII
A Vindictive God?
XXVIII
The Fiery Syphon
XXIX
The New Professor Natzi
XXX
Space Shuttle
XXXI
The 14-Year-Old Cousin
XXXII
The Equinox Arrives
XXXIII
Mag-lev The Space Shuttle
XXXIV
Vampire Bats
XXXV
On the Train
XXXVI
Back On Skyhook
XXXVII
Back In the Cavern
XXXVIII
The Singed Valley
XXXIX
Not My Friendly Alien?
XL
Pray to La Luna: ~ Intercede?
XLI
?Lassoing Cruithne?
XLII
Mission Accomplished?
XLIII
Unwinding
XLIV
Lagrange L1-Point
XLV
The Experimental Magnetic Pyramid
PROLOGUE
Continues from first book: And The Sun Taketh . . .

V irginia drives down to the gate explaining to Glenn, “My mother (Velvet) started me driving the car when I was twelve years old. She said that since I didn’t have any friends, after we moved to the farmhouse and took me out of school, I would have fun learning new things on my own. I was very excited when my mother brought home all the computers, and very upset when my mother told me that I couldn’t touch them. But after a few weeks, she gave in. Then when she got sick, the only thing she enjoyed was watching me work on the computers, understanding what they did and how they worked.”
Glenn says to her, “That is very impressive, a young girl like you learning all that on your own, you’re really very intelligent!” He’s thinking, “She’s very well developed for her tender age, it’s probably more baby-fat than woman.” Her voluptuous chest swells, his approval makes her eyes glow. She is not used to receiving compliments. She stops the car at the compound gate and opens the door. Then Glenn adds as an afterthought, “By the way, what did you say your name is?”
As she is stepping out of the car, she turns her back to Glenn and painfully bends over, as if she had just been kicked in the stomach. “He doesn’t even KNOW my name!”
Glenn is anxious to get back into the Propeller-Basket’, (not a hot-air balloon - but a hydrogen/helium balloon with self-contained compressor & storage-tanks, heat-pump with solar batteries and a hybrid gas/electric motor that propels a fan-jet engine). He is frantic to float its balloon twenty miles up and get the hell out of there. He picks up his rifle and helmet and goes and opens the gate, telling her to pick up her stuff and follow him. He puts down his things in the basket and turns looking for her. Then he walks back and sees that she is still bent over, standing at the car door, holding on to it as though she is paralyzed with a memory. He picks up her few possessions and forces them into her hand saying, “Come on we have got to go, quickly!” He steers her into the Propeller-Basket and sets it to ascend, thinking, “She’s not even surprised; she should be excited to go on a balloon ride. I will set the autopilot to take us southwest out over the Pacific twelve-mile limit, hopefully I’ll avoid more trouble from the Mexicans.”
As they are climbing to ten thousand feet, Glenn sees that the girl had just been leaning with her back against the railing, bent over looking at the floor of the basket with her possessions still enclosed in her arms. He takes them from her and stuffs them behind the elastic netting along the inside wall; this secures her personal things from falling out. Then she slides down to the floor and sits saying, “My name is Virginia, the same as my mother’s, I thought you would have known our names , Velvet is the nickname that Jake gave her, he is the only one that ever calls her that.”
Glenn says, “Okay, put this space-suit on, we have to climb high to avoid the border patrol.” He thinks, “Jesus, this girl is not even excited to put on this space suit.” Then he thinks about what she had been saying about her mother, and feeling guilty he lies, saying, “Yeah, that’s right, Virginia, that’s your name, I remember now. She told me that she had to get you out of that ghetto school, to get you away from those filthy boys who wouldn’t keep their hands off you. She said she was going to send you to a Catholic all girl school or home school you.”
Glenn helps her into the space-suit and explains its functions. Now she is becoming interested. They put their helmets on and speak to each other via their headset radios. He ties a safety-rope around her waist and then another around his. He invites her to look over the railing at the world below. She says, “I really can’t see anything.” and then goes into her things and picks up her iPad. She holds it up over the edge and looks at the screen and then zooms-in so she can make out details on the ground.
Glenn is quite impressed by this and enjoys looking with her at the ground below. He tells her, “We should be crossing over the Mexican border right about now.” He is thinking, “The spy satellites can see details from 170 miles up, in high-depth resolution, for all I know they may be in a geosynchronous orbit at 24,000 miles up and still see that detail. Mount one of those iPads on the Skyhook, or even in this Propeller-Basket; I would be able to see insects on the ground, in many different light rays: infrared, ultraviolent. Maybe I can also install in an ultra-enhanced directional microphone and be able to pick-up conversations on the ground too.” He calls Professor Natzi and asks him to look into this.
The Professor counters, “We would have to use the Pequadorian military connections to accompli