One Percent Solution

Reminiscent of Vonnegut, with a dash of Saramago and Fforde, this humorous, often irreverent romp mocks the absurd we accept to be normal, ridicules the low bar we set, and challenges us to rise up and demand more of ourselves by making light of what is sacred that shackles us. Three ancient nuclear missiles are spotted lumbering aimlessly through space. Normally, such a discovery would be scientifically interesting, would stimulate lively intellectual debate, but it would never provoke the kind of severe reaction it now engendered. Dimwitted worlds had obliterated themselves before, and were certainly bound to again, and as lamentable a loss as that was, if the astronomers from G ia had to swoop in and save every boneheaded, sorry-excuse for so-called intelligent life-who just happened to have enough smarts to split atoms, but lacked the sanity to not blow themselves up-well, they'd have little time left for much else. Plus, they didn't have the budget for it. What makes this case so nettlesome and vexing, however, is a consequential shackle of fate which now threatens the destruction of thousands of inhabited worlds. So were it not for this fickle finger of fate flicking everyone a birdie, none of the harsh actions now being considered would ever have even been contemplated, and the nuclear nitwits on that dimwitted world would have been free to nuke themselves into oblivion, or not, at their leisure. But that's not what happened Because when the astronomer Sofia Song catapults from her world to the Blue Planet, a dog-eat-dog world where an elite One Percent own all of the planet's riches, her calamitous journey through space and time ignites a string of events leading to the cataclysmic destruction of both worlds.