Tiny Planet Filled With Liars Blog Tour: Stephen M.A. Tackles Interview Transcripts
[The Interviewer]
Thank Jupiter, this is the last of these we have today, right?
[Stephen M.A.]
Yeah, I’m pretty sure.
[The Interviewer]
Thank fu—uh, thanks for the memories, that is. This one’s about your writing process.
[Stephen M.A.]
WHAT? I literally just got done doing that! I don’t want to talk about it.
[Int.]
You’re the one who booked this, I don’t know why you’re yelling at me, especially since I’m in here with you to begin with. Capital letters still hurt my ears, you know.
[SM.A.]
For crying out—
…
Alright, fine. Go ahead.
[Int.]
How much did your film background play into your obvious continuing addiction to screenplay-style formatting as revealed here, when you decided to write the book originally?
[SM.A.]
None at all, actually. I literally did not realize this was going to become a story about interview transcripts until that first interview with Bartimus suddenly popped up after the introduction chapter. I think I was doing it as shorthand at the beginning, to be honest. But very quickly I started giving myself the freedom to make jokes with the format itself, and that sealed the deal.
[Int.]
Yes, you do like to make yourself giggle, don’t you.
[SM.A.]
We’re due some missing years on that front, wouldn’t you say?
[Int.]
Valid point.
[SM.A.]
Anyway, I’m actually very happy with how it turned out. I’m aware that this is a more complicated style of writing than most popular fiction in 2020—especially genre fiction. I think, even for the readers who are completely on-board with my voice during the prose chapters, there’s still so much utility to be found in breaking that up with … completely straightforward, momentum-driven dialogue interludes. I think I’ll find it difficult to go back to doing it the usual way for whatever future series takes that honor.
[Int.]
And only then can I finally rest.
[SM.A.]
Alright, drama much. Let’s just wrap this up, it’s dinner time.
[Int.]
Probably for the best. Do NOT have nachos again, I can’t stand the sound in here.
[SM.A.]
I really hate you sometimes.
[Int.]
Yes, I’ve seen your notes. Until next time, folks! Thanks so much to Horror Tree for having us! Grab Tiny Planet Filled With Liars, out now on Kindle Unlimited!
[SM.A.]
Goodbye.
[Int.]
Goodbye!
QSFer Stephen M.A. has a new diverse military space opera out: “Tiny Planet Filled With Liars.” And there’s a giveaway!
An armada that never dies. A society on the verge.
Every 30 days, Fleet Eternal arrives to surround the planet and lay siege to a complacent populace. Its armaments are unbeatable, its numbers uncountable, but the terrifying assault has one fatal flaw: a mere .01% loss in combat strength triggers automatic retreat and reset.
For decades, the Unified Fiduciary Dominion has relied on the Board and its military contractors to defend the planet and maintain the knife’s edge of survival. Now, riven by greed and false confidence, those corporate lords have abandoned their duty in pursuit of political power.
The tactics of the Alpha Vector Defense Corps have served for generations—so why are they suddenly faltering? And why do Board members seem increasingly unconcerned with the tenuous state of the system? Armed with the exclusive authority to investigate, one fussy ex-military reporter must partner with a generous Madame to chase down the story behind a string of failed battles—and pray they find answers before the districts are turned to ash.
As casualties rise, The Interviewer faces deadly resistance … and discovers a disturbing conspiracy at the highest ranks.
The world’s security is careening toward disaster, and this whistleblower is running out of time. But when every answer seems to bring more questions, one reminder guides the way:
Don’t come here looking for truth. This is just a pack of lies and the end of the world.
A genre-busting dramedy & political satire thriller in military sci-fi clothing.
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Excerpt
2
Bartimus Caldwell
Onyx Hoteliers LTD., Suite 7382, Courtesy Level Omega Plus Royale[Interviewer]
First, let me say welcome to the suite.
[Bartimus Caldwell]
Uh. Thank you.
[Interviewer]
It’s courtesy level Omega Plus Royale, you know.
[Bartimus Caldwell]
Okay.
…
Uh, I mean, that’s great. Very impressive.
[Int.]
Thank you. You need to purchase 2,000 units of Class A shares just to get the invitation to apply for a reservation.
[B.C.]
I see.
[Int.]
Mm-hmm.
[B.C.]
I’ll … uh … I’ll look into it, for sure, though I don’t know what I’d do with a room this fancy on my own.
[Int.]
You are Bartimus Caldwell.
[B.C.]
Yes, sir.
[Int.]
Don’t call me that. I’ve been discharged for years.
[B.C.]
I’m sorry, si—I mean, I’m sorry. I won’t.
[Int.]
State your position, rank, and assignment.
[B.C.]
Yeoman Sensor Scry, Grade III, Alpha Vector Defense of the Unified Fiduciary Dominion.
[Int.]
State your duties, in the most simple and clear terms you are able to.
[B.C.]
Uh … I coordinate the intake and regressive analysis of real-time sensor data to monitor the mid-threat-time development of incursions in the Alpha Vector, when under the command of UFD Central Board Oversight.
[Int.]
…
You’re a watchman and analyst.
[B.C.]
Uh … correct, sir.
[Int.]
How long have you been enlisted?
[B.C.]
I … was assigned commission four years ago.
[Int.]
You’re not volunteer enlisted?
[B.C.]
…
No, sir.
[Int.]
Why are you even allowed in the Operations Center, in that case? Or have those regulations been changed?
[B.C.]
I don’t—uh … I was not given such information, sir. Just the assignment.
…
I’ve been told my predecessor retired out of her indenture due to debilitating stress. Uh … several predecessors, actually. For the same reason.
[Int.]
I see.
[B.C.]
Yes.
[Int.]
Are you stressed, Bartimus?
[B.C.]
Yes, sir.
[Int.]
Bartimus.
[B.C.]
Yes, sir.
[Int.]
Stop calling me sir.
3
Bartimus Caldwell
Alpha Vector Operations Center
DURING incursions Bartimus Caldwell often feels chained to his desk.
Though incursion has initiated in the late afternoon (within a Unified Time Stamp of plus or minus 30 seconds) for the last twenty-six-and-one-half years, all personnel Grades V and below are still required to take stations no later than 0600 on the morning of.
Bartimus hates waking up so early, which may be why he avoided commission for so many years. It is to his great misfortune that he’s a whiz kid with sensor analysis, and inevitably discovered that Central Board Oversight had been made aware of his talents when he was abruptly recruited (then indentured) for a 20-year service stint four years ago, precisely two weeks after his 31st birthday. At the time he was gainfully (and happily) employed in the remote sexual screening industry, but that’s not relevant to this portion of his story.
Bartimus Caldwell’s desk, which binds him so readily, is located on the upper balcony of the Alpha Vector Operations Center, when under the command of Central Board Oversight.
This room represents the most exclusive and highly classified product catalogs of no less than three dozen military contractors. However, those who’ve bothered to learn as much know that in reality only two conglomerates perch atop the corporate meta-structure which hides its many tendrils behind each of those contractors.
In some professions, as you know, acknowledging this easily verifiable duopoly is quite literally illegal. For instance, service personnel are forbidden to acknowledge or discuss, in any capacity, any information that might insinuate that the dozens of military contractors working with Central Board Oversight are not in fact plucky small businesses that have been rightfully rewarded with thick and hefty revenue streams by virtue of patriotism and good old-fashioned UFD entrepreneurship.
Bartimus Caldwell adheres to this policy with unerring slavishness and would never even think of speaking ill toward the contractors. I know this because he has assured me of it several times.
When Alpha Vector Defense is not under the command of Central Board Oversight, Bartimus Caldwell’s desk is in the auxiliary hangar, packed in alongside the other 382 service members in the unit. In that venue, each such member enjoys no less than two square meters of personal space in which to perform their duties, of which their auxiliary desk takes up no more than one-point-two-five square meters.
Bartimus Caldwell bubbles with gratitude toward the military for providing this generously outfitted working space to its service members. I know this because he has assured me of it several times.
However, this was an incursion week, which meant that Board members would be in attendance for their usual round of post-contact media conferences and photo opportunities, which meant Bartimus Caldwell and his unit were stationed in the Alpha Vector Operations Center, showcasing the finest product catalogs of the military contractors owned by said members of the Board.
From his desk in the front ring on the upper balcony of the Alpha Vector Operations Center, Bartimus enjoys an unobstructed view of the entire room. Behind him on the octagonal balcony, which encircles the entire outer wall of the Operations Center, two more layers of desks and control consoles are laid out, fully staffed with unit members of Grades II and I.
The bidding wars to manufacture the desks used on the balcony have been quite fierce in recent years, and a new contract seems to be assigned every other month. Bartimus has grown quite used to arriving for OC duty and discovering a brand new desk in front of his seat, though thankfully, after one long stretch of genuine UX insanity, a regulatory design decree was issued that now ensures the general layout and functionality of each new desk model is largely the same as the last.
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Stephen M.A. is an ex-film student, Great Recession survivor, and first-generation tribal descendant originating from a reservation in big sky country. He now lives and writes in the northeastern United States.
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