Ally or Alien: A Sci-Fi Novel Read Online Free PDF

'commander-in-chief' doesn't care about a disaster on the other side of the galaxy. I swear, the man only sees what lies an inch in front of his face. Whoever elected this idiot into office should get their head re-examined."
    "54.4 percent of the AC citizens voted for him. Are you implying half of our population's stupid?"
    She delivered her statement with a smile.
    Always teasing.
    Seriously, Doreen was the best.
    Taurus wrestled for the right words.
    "I'd say they were misinformed. And frankly, it's not their job to care about keeping the AC safe."
    "Well, then make them care."
    She was right, as usual. 
    Taurus had to find a way to bridge the population's safety needs with the president's self-interest. So he looked up his newsfeed, checked all the popular channels and investigated the pressing issues the citizens of the AC faced today: high unemployment among the youth due to the surging roboconomy. General mistrust in leadership across all political parties because of corruption scandals. A veteran majority that was involuntarily discharged from duty and received terrible services, leading to Commonwealth-wide protests.
    Oh, this was good, Taurus thought. 
    His wife lit up.
    "I like that smile."
    "Oh, you're going to like what's going to happen next."
    He dashed into his house and called up some old buddies from Stryker Solutions, one of the biggest private military corporations of the southern hemisphere. When he told them about this grave matter, and more importantly, mentioned the desire for military intervention, they basically drooled. 
    Like starving dogs craving a fat bone.
    But Taurus curbed their enthusiasm before they creamed all over themselves.
    "There's a problem, guys. The president's too obsessed about his upcoming campaign."
    "Oh don't worry about that," his Stryker buddy said, "we have just the right solution for you..."

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    10
     
    Taurus, with his two buddies from Stryker Solutions, got a twenty minute private session with the president in his suite the next day. The Secretary of Space Defense watched his two friends present the stats on the wall-screen, adding emotional storytelling and facts. They bombarded Lucas C. Wright with their neurolinguistic programing of a PR show.
    "...sending a team of our experts to examine the alien's threat level is the best way to deal with this crisis. It will also show that you are a strong, capable leader that wants to keep our great Commonwealth, and the world, safe."
    His colleague said,
    "And when the alien threat spreads, we can revive our stale military industrial complex to deal with the danger. A combined arms assault, consisting of orbital infantry, tanks and fleet ships, will lead to a surge of employment in the arms industry. We're talking about creating millions of new jobs, Mr. president."
    Lucas C. Wright leaned into his chair and nodded while playing with his fingers.
    "But why are we talking about war—I thought you wanted to send a team of experts to gauge the alien's threat level?"
    Taurus roared his manly voice.
    "It's all about the big picture, sir. Right now, we're merely asking for a team to enter the Newtype territory. But when the situation escalates, and it will, given their incompetence in dealing with military challenges, we will have to engage with our own forces."
    The president's eyes widened. The next words stumbled over his fat lips.
    "You want to launch a new war against the Newtype?"
    Taurus shook his head.
    "No, sir. We want to make sure we have our fleet ready as soon as the hostile life form targets our territory. Our military actions will be solely directed at the alien."
    Lucas C. Wright took deep breaths and watched the stats and visual feeds.
    Digital frames with impressive images, depicting military tactics, state-of-the-art armament and orbital trajectories between Earth and Mars.
    "Well, gentlemen, that was quite revealing. I thank you for your