SFRB Recommends 45: Overload Flux by Carol Van Natta #scifi #sfrom #romance #ebook

The Central Galactic Concordance has been stable for two centuries, but trouble is brewing. As a pandemic sweeps across hundreds of civilized planets, someone is stealing the vaccine...

Brilliant investigator Luka Foxe's hidden mental talent is out of control, making him barely able to function in the aftermath of violence and a rising body count. The convoluted trail leads to a corrupt pharma industry and the possibility of an illegal, planet-sized laboratory. In the face of increasing threats, he must rely on an enigmatic, lethal woman he just met, but she has secrets of her own.

Mairwen Morganthur hides extraordinary skills under the guise of a dull night-shift guard. The last thing she wants is to provide personal security for a hot-shot investigator, or to be plunged into a murky case involving sabotage, treachery, and the military covert operations division that would love to discover she's still alive.

Two more deaths won't bother their enemies one bit. Their only hope for survival is revealing their dark secrets and learning to trust one another.

What do you do when your talent, the one that lets you excel at your job, is killing you? That's a fascinating question at the heart of the story, one I keep pondering in relation to workaholic environments, financial struggles, and burnout. In Van Natta's future, humanity's mental talents get them into new kinds of trouble that highlight questions we confront in our present.

Mairwen and Luka are fully-fleshed out characters, adults who learn to rely on each other without becoming codependent. Watching them connect and forge a relationship was a fulfilling treat. There's a bit of mystery to intrigue the reader, too!

Author site: Carol Van Natta - SF Author and Playwright

Recommendation by Lee Koven.

Art Imitating Life

Gemini 105Mc "Copernicus"

Some time ago, Laurie Green asked me whether I thought living aboard a sailboat impacted how I wrote about space ships. I had to stop and think. Up to this point in my books, I've been dealing with research vessels and military craft - completely different critters from privately owned (and maintained) boats. Sure. I use yachtie terms like 'head' when I mean 'bathroom'. I distinguished between having the helm of the boat and being in command of the boat. The Coast Guard doesn't equate the helm operator with the captain of the ship, so we don't either. That distinction spilled over into some of the interplay between the hero and heroine of Enemy Within. But for that book and for Enemy Games, that's about as far as the boating experience went.

That's changing in book three (as yet untitled). The heroine is a mercenary with her own space ship - one that more accurately reflects what it's like to live in less than three hundred square feet. She'll be conscious of the fact that a thin sheeth of metal alloy is all that stands between her and the vacuum. Her life hinges on her ability to maintain her boat and to fix whatever breaks (which happens, always at the worst possible moment...remind me to tell you about the time the head gave up the ghost on the fourth of July weekend...)
 

Boat living is already part scifi. The paint we put on the bottom of the boat to inhibit marine life growth is a chemical soup of wonderous and toxic technology. And it makes me wonder what sort of hull maintenance someone would have to do on a space ship. Would you get bacterial or viral slime mold growths? NASA has found bacteria in asteroid and comet ice. Could that extremophile life colonize a ship hull? Think of all of the space dust and rocky debris you'd likely come across - sure the vastness of space is mostly gaseous and bits of dust here and there - but that's not where most scifi stories take place, right? The interesting stuff (life forms, weird, wonderful planets, bad guys...) is around planetary systems, the spots in the galaxy where ancient planet-building materials still orbit the central star, where comets, asteroids and other hazards to navigation are concentrated. Edie may have a few dents to hammer out of her hull at some point.

One of the single biggest cruising delimiters modern boaters face is consumables. Boats carry finite resources. Depending on the boat, you can stray farther from shore based on how much food, water and fuel you can carry or make. Most science fiction assumes that space travel has solved the problem of consumables with things like replicators. But if you accept conservation of energy laws, you'd need massive amounts of power in order to suck in a bunch of space gas and rearrange the molecules to make your chicken kiev supper. On a small, personal space craft, you might not have that kind of engine capacity. You might not have the kind of money that would buy a high tech system like that. Then you're limited in range and in how many bodies you can reasonably bring aboard.

So. While my books haven't yet gotten into the details of life aboard a small craft, we're about to go there. Edie's bonus is that when she takes off into the hostile reaches of space while wrapped in a thin metal shell, she'll have a gorgeous, telepathic spy trapped in close quarters with her...