Mark Stigers
Bio
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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The Magician
The green Hell of the jungle went on in every direction. To walk, you had to chop it back. Chop, step chop step, the pattern was second nature. I chopped through the living plants, and then my hand went into a dense spider web, and I stepped into the web. There were strange lime green and yellow spiders the size of your fist, hundreds of them in a hugely common web. They charged at me, and my mind wandered into a strange psychedelic existence. The weird spiders surrounded my being and crawled all over my body. I dance around like a terrorized four-year-old child. What could I do? My mind was moving at a thousand miles an hour. Everything that moved left a trail where it had been. Sounds were echoing, and the colors were flashing. Not being able to stand, I sat back. The spiders were everywhere. They encase me in the webs. I gasped a large breath, and there was God. God had such problems, and mine were insignificant. I could handle my difficulties; God will do his. His pattern was so righteous. There were other patterns, but God's was the best. You could see his way in everything. Like His colors, Purple glowed. God's hand did the Universe, and it was an infinite wonder. The experience freed my mind from my body. I roamed the cosmos. For a time, I was one with the Universe.
By Mark Stigers 4 years ago in Fiction
Pure Spite
Episode 1 I released the Monster. So, what do Monsters do? They eat things. Why did I do it? Pure spite. Drenching me, I sweat out every drop of water in my body. For the desert outside Tucson, Arizona, it was a virtual baptism, purifying me. All the bullshit was unimportant. The scales fell from my eyes. They had almost got me to kill myself.
By Mark Stigers 4 years ago in Fiction
Pure Spite
Episode 3 At Colorado Springs, Tesla had released the monster many times, but it was before there were radios, before there were computers, before the mega power systems that ran cities. Before the Electron Age. Trying to tame the monster, he blew out all the generators in the dam many times when he freed hundreds of kilowatts of high frequency, high power from a 50-foot diameter coil. He rewires the huge generators on his own and brought the massive system back online each time. With this coil, he hoped to light a bulb in Paris. There was not much for the monster to eat then, but now. It would be devastating. My coil was 60 feet in diameter and would handle a thousand times more current.
By Mark Stigers 4 years ago in Fiction
To Reach too Far
Chapter one The S.S. Coprinus The Public Relations Officer or the P.R.O. Ensign, Dave Williams from Tucson, Arizona, put a small storage drive, only five terabytes, into a video player. On his uniform sleeve were three pins. The first was the American flag. Next to that was a plain silver cross. Under those two pins was an Arizona state flag.
By Mark Stigers 4 years ago in Fiction
