QSFer T.M. Murray has a new MM sci-fi book out, teramar book 2: Beasts of the Field.
Beware the Collective.
Set in modern New York and a fictional feudal planet, this new story from Teramar tempts the feral temperament of Internet connoisseurs through a lubricious story that puts the R back into romance. While young love struggles to find a foothold across the light years, a super computer’s journey toward sentience matures as organic sensations like taste and smell come alive. Named Jessica by her designers, the same A. I. quietly extends her influence within the famous families on Teramar to force her version of peace and prosperity upon all humankind.
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Excerpt
Miandar Uriah found himself guiltily standing at the entrance of a top-of-the-line halo-suite. He had the look of a degenerate lurking outside an adult bookstore. Sneaky eyes slid left then right. He suspected A.I. Jessica also attended these sessions. She wasn’t shy about her interest in human sexuality. A cold calculation by the Uriahan wagered she wasn’t a likely judge when one considered her unfailing support for the gay prince during his time on earth. Since then, the king never referred to the unspeakable truth regarding a homosexual son.
The hallway stood quiet. The other machines weren’t currently in use. This particular wing housed the fancier models that served the royal family. The door hissed open. He slipped inside.
Colorful stalls from the remembered wine market rose around him. Lanky, clever-eyed Showa also took shape. The halo-character was a decent copy, bearing tattoos that were emblematic of a Chiang gangster. An improbable hunter’s cloth substituted the tunic Showa wore that day.
Dark-fuzz at the chin reminded Miandar this was indeed a man despite clear skin. The computer knew how to apply all the finishing touches. Even a sweet, feral smell oozed from this copy – not quite equal to genuine musk, but close enough. Earlier, Miandar Uriah submitted purloined footage of a prior encounter with the entire gang of barrio ruffians for the computer to model.
The halo-story began with a thrown towel. Now that the violence was over, commercial chatter resumed in the market. Showa stood opposite with two dead aristocrats between them. The smell of blood activated a seeker’s instinct. Miandar tried to suppress the genetic need to hurt people.
Showa daintily stepped over the bodies as he wiped and sheathed a bloody knife. This lack of regard for the dead was meant to be a statement. Intruding upon this scene, the words, “Don’t resist me,” rumbled deep inside Miandar’s head.
A soft hiccup in this story, if that’s what it truly was, accidently and awkwardly pushed the normally self-assured gangster against the warlord. Showa clumsily reached for the Uriahan to steady himself. It was a rough, awkward gesture. Miandar initially buckled. Bare bellies still managed to touch. The pixilation felt wooly, warm and good. Shy mouths finally connected. The Chiang dared to push a long tongue deep. Showa’s breath was wet with sweet wine. This initial intimacy taunted every indulgence hiding inside Miandar’s chest of dreams.
The warlord cleared a table with the sweep of a giant hand and then resolutely lifted Showa with a grunt. The downy edge of the man’s ass felt right against Miandar’s scrubby thighs. Showa robotically pulled his legs all the way up, granting access. The manufactured gesture shook Miandar from a shallow trance.
Jessica had taken full control of the halo-story. The A.I.’s influence flashed like a horror show. A talentless actress who thinks she has talent. Disgusted, Miandar turned and calmly reset his loincloth to cover a retreating penis. Showa sat there frozen, legs up – lifeless.
“Jessica, open the door.”
“Yes, lord.”
Author Bio
Two reputable awards have publicly recognized Teramar, the first being the Aeon Award for fantasy and science fiction; the second, the Chanticleer Rossetti award for young adult fiction. Before all this, T. M. Murray enjoyed three seasons as a section violin in the Civic Orchestra of Chicago, training orchestra for the CSO. He’s also performed and toured with a number of established rock and bluegrass ensembles, including: Steve Dawson’s two bands, Stump the Host and Dolly Varden; Hello Dave; Planet Warehouse; and the Dime Store String Band with Dark Star’s John Kadlecik. Life on the road, green rooms, busking, fleeting romance, stage fright, auditions, contests, orchestra hall – understandably, people love to read about show-biz in all its many, sordid flavors.
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