Maroli Tango

Nobody expects the Sasquatch Intervention!

A Vedic text tells of ancient gods who cast a shadow upon the Earth, shielding humanity from an angry sun. Or, as history books will soon report: when Sol last went micro-nova, Mercury, Venus, and the Anye migration fleet were positioned in eclipse, the latter on purpose.

Earth was scorched - but not destroyed. The event is cyclical, coming around again, and fortunately, Vidura's furry pilgrims are still living in the neighborhood.

Unfortunately, the fleet is in mothballs. The planets will not be lining up to help. Two million light years away on the planet of the Unseen, a potentially hostile race of bird-folk have demonstrated the ability to get here from there.

The natives will have to dig in, hands on Anye technology, with President of the United States Carmen Benequista leading Earth's ruling elite into an age of service to humanity. It's a dicey proposition, at best.

Meanwhile, Carmen - sixty, widowed - is in late-life crisis. She has a suitor; human, Filipino/American, 15 years younger, recently associated with the Anye Space Mafia. Good for her, maybe.

Entering stage left, the elevated maroli. Labor appliances of the nightmare variety. Egg-shaped grav-lift chassis. Bio-engineered tentacles strong enough to pull your arms off. Self-aware not by design - possessed perhaps by spirits of the dead. And who knows what the maroli are up to? Something wholesome, we hope.

Will Earth be saved, only to perish in a war between cosmic rivals? Has the President found true love? Is it rude to attend a party with fighting drones in tow?

Action, intrigue, space soap opera - A genre-bending tale of life, love, and uncertain outcomes.
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