Panic Force: The True Life Adventures Of Rex Lawson, Space Commando
I couldn't believe I was finally in front of an audience reading from Panic Force. I'd dreamed of the moment for so long that the moment itself now felt like a dream, though my dreams never had fake plants. Fitting, I thought, since all Earth plants in Rex Lawson's world are made of plastic. "As light from the red and blue suns converged and diverged around them," I began, "an eerie calm fell over Space Base." Five years of pure energy rushed from the page to my eyes and out of my mouth. "Rex turned to his companion droid and asked about family. There are no families, only incubation queues, the droid replied." But there has to be love, right? Please tell me yes, even if it's a lie. As I turned the page and read "the intergalactic council will never approve of a level five commando passing through the crystal vortex," I thought about how meaningful the words were to me when I wrote them. Just for fun I wore Giancarlo's vibrating underpants. It was the epilogue. This was the experience. I knew it was happening and I loved every minute of it.