Hello! As my first story heads into beta (shameless plug), Iāve started work on a second one and would love to get an interest check before thingsā¦ get off the ground (space joke, ha ha!)
Somewhere between a blurb and a first chapter, hereās my elevator pitch (any political undertones are imagined by the reader, wink.)
Untitled Space Crime Story
In 1967āthe midst of the Cold Warāmore than sixty nations signed an agreement. They signed it in Washington, they signed it in Moscow, and they signed it in Londonāthe capital cities of the worldās superpowers.
Although the communist tyrants and the capitalist devils (as they saw each other) remained at odds on everything else, they managed to agree that no nation should use the sky above as a weapon.
So from 1967 on, at least in space, humanity was at peace.
Thanks to theā¦(big breath in)ā¦ āTreaty on Principles Governing the Activities of States in the Exploration and Use of Outer Space, including the Moon and Other Celestial Bodiesā, fifty years went by without interstellar incident.
Then, one man decided that a declining empire should take to the skies and establish their dominance there.
While millions of impoverished citizens struggled to find their next meal, the country quickly allocated funding for the āStellar Forceā and plans were established to build a base on the moon.
After two years and hefty budget allocations, an anti-war activist challenged the moon base on the grounds that it violated the 1967 treaty. Despite years of bending the courts to his whim, the Presidentās plans were defeated.
With billions of dollars invested in space infrastructure and nothing to do with it, the nation turned to another pressing issue. For decades, they had propped up a failing economy with slave labor. The prison-industrial complex had more bodies than ever, but nowhere to put the men and women they deprived of their freedom in pursuit of bumping the Dow a quarter-point.
Stellar Force ships were repurposed for prison transport, and orbiting satellites configured to mine asteroids. Fatalities were high among the initial groups of forced laborers, but years of propaganda took the average citizenās mind off it. Eventually, space was the destination for all criminals that fell into two groups: those āToo Dangerousā to remain in prison alongside other workhorses, and those āToo Skilled at Escapeā who would jeopardize the stateās investment if they remained in Terra cells.
But the remnants of Stellar Force found a second purpose: one that wasnāt trumpeted as a miracle of capitalism, or even mentioned publicly at all.
Data.
A country that spends trillions of man-hours spying on its own citizens has to do something with zettabytes of data.
The most sensitive, the most crucial, the most valuable informationāit became too much to keep on hand. Hacking attempts grew exponentially as personal data became a black market currency.
Too valuable to destroy, too volatile to hold: secrets that could start wars and topple empires were stored on servers by a select few with Top Secret security clearance. And those servers?
Houston, we have liftoff.
In the years since, rumors spread among those in the know. The valueāfrom both a monetary and power standpointācouldnāt be overstated. But the servers were securely in orbit around Earth, and governments kept any attempts at private spaceflight tightly under their thumb.
Only two groups of people travel to space now: the āToo Dangerousā inmates and those āToo Skilled at Escapeā. And unluckily for you, youāve found yourself in one of those groups.
ā¦but this is simply step two of your plan.
The potential to get unfathomably rich, turn the world into a utopia, or rule it with an iron fist? Itās flying around the planet at five miles a second. And soon, you will be too. Have you bitten off more than you can chew? Or will your plans to shape Earthās future come to fruition?