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    New Fleece on Life: A Silo Story & Lacuna Crossover: Lacuna
    New Fleece on Life: A Silo Story & Lacuna Crossover: Lacuna
    New Fleece on Life: A Silo Story & Lacuna Crossover: Lacuna
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    New Fleece on Life: A Silo Story & Lacuna Crossover: Lacuna

    By David Adams

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    "A brilliant introduction to David Adams's immediately likable characters and wonderful writing, New Fleece on Life is the perfect What-If story. Anyone fond of happier endings should give it a read; anyone eager to catch a star on the rise should follow David's writing career closely." - Hugh Howey, author of Wool and the Silo series.

    One day, on Kboards, I started a Lacuna/Wool crossover as a joke. It was literally a few lines thrown together from the top of my head and a poorly photoshopped cover. It was one of many joke threads and I had no idea where it was going. The readers--including Hugh himself--wanted more, so I posted more.

    And they kept wanting more. So I posted more. And they asked for more.

    And here we are.

    Wool and the canonical tale of Holston is over, but this is what could have happened if everyone involved lost their minds. In the true tradition of terrible fanfiction shipping, New Fleece on Life is poorly written and poorly structured, everyone acts wildly out of character and, in the interests of the 'ship', all previous emotional and romantic entanglements are disregarded so that all involved can throw themselves into a flimsily constructed, hasty and poorly thought out fling with little thought to the consequences.

    I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed, in a sincere and genuine way, writing it.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDavid Adams
    Release dateApr 3, 2014
    ISBN9781498916257
    New Fleece on Life: A Silo Story & Lacuna Crossover: Lacuna
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    David Adams

    David Adams served as an Officer in the Australian Army Reserve, trained alongside United States Marines Corps and Special Air Services SAS personnel, and served in the A.D.F as a Platoon Commander of Military Police. He has worked alongside Queensland Police Officers and held investigative roles with The Commission for Children and Child Safety.

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      New Fleece on Life - David Adams

      New Fleece on Life

      A Wool Fanfiction

      and

      Lacuna Crossover

      To die would be an awfully big adventure.

      - J.M. Barrie

      Preface

      Hugh Howey’s Wool is the story everyone in the self-publishing community knows. One of its great successes, a breakaway piece that resonated with its audience and, entirely organically, seized the minds of its readers and refused to let go.

      I found Wool by following the sound of a million bleating lambs who implored me to read it. Now I am one of those lambs.

      From the moment I reached the masterfully crafted ending of Wool I knew there had to be more. I felt Holston’s powerful story wasn’t an ending for him, it was a beginning.

      I write my own books and I take pride in my work, but part of being an author is acknowledging when someone does what you do better. This, rather than evoking feelings of jealousy or self-pity, is both intensely gratifying and inspiring in a way that I’m sure anyone who’s ever written fan-fiction understands.

      So one day, on Kindleboards, I started a Lacuna/Wool crossover as a joke. It was literally a few lines thrown together from the top of my head and a poorly photoshopped cover. It was one of many joke threads and I had no idea where it was going. The readers—including Hugh himself—wanted more, so I posted more.

      And they kept wanting more. So I posted more. And they asked for more.

      And here we are.

      It is my opinion that Wool represents one of the most influential science fiction stories of this coming decade. I’m not alone in thinking this as it has, as of the time of writing, found its way into the hands of Ridley Scott (yes, that Ridley Scott) who has begun the long process of bringing Wool to Hollywood. Or, as I call it now, HollyWool.

      Wool and the canonical tale of Holston is over, but this is what could have happened if everyone involved lost their minds. In the true tradition of terrible fanfiction shipping, New Fleece on Life is poorly written and poorly structured, everyone acts wildly out of character and, in the interests of the ‘ship’, all previous emotional and romantic entanglements are disregarded so that all involved can throw themselves into a flimsily constructed, hasty and poorly thought out fling with little thought to the consequences.

      I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed, in a sincere and genuine way, writing it.

      Chapter I

      Lazarus

      Collapsing to the ground, curling up in pain from the slow death overtaking him, he held what remained of his wife and thought, with his last thought, what this death of his must look like to those who could see, this curling and dying in the black crack of a lifeless brown hill, a rotting city standing silent and forlorn over him.

      Give him the shot, came a voice, soft and feminine but edged with authority.

      The pain was overwhelming now; Holston felt his skin flake and melt away, eaten by the inhospitable world, digested by the unbreathable air, his lungs scalded as the acidic atmosphere dissolved their delicate tissues. Hands—bare, human hands—gripped him and rolled his body, a body a whisper away from death, onto his back and he sensed, rather than felt, a syringe press into his neck.

      The pain ceased. Holding up his burned and melted hands, Holston watched in part wonder, part horror as the dissolved skin slowly dripped its way up, reattaching itself to his bones. The remains of the protective suit melted away, although it liquefied harmlessly and passed around his skin like water by a riverstone.

      It was so surreal that, for a moment, he was certain he was dead and that his experience was just the last of his dissolving neurons firing as they, maddened by pain, tried to make sense of his environment. But contrary to his expectations, his vision remained crisp and clear and he was completely without pain. As pre-death hallucinations went this was fairly pleasant, overall.

      Atmospheric Intracellular Degradation Inhibitor #41, said a female voice. Pretty powerful stuff, huh.

      A half dozen people watched him climb, completely stark naked, to his feet. People living in this blasted barren wasteland as though there were absolutely nothing wrong with it at all. Spots of life in an empty void.

      Who the hell are you?

      I’ll explain in a moment. Rowe, give him some of the nanoweave clothes, instructed an Asian woman, wearing a military uniform, stars marking the centre of boxy epaulets. Her hair was done up in a bun and mostly hidden underneath her peaked naval issue cap. And make sure the suit is completely dissolved. We don’t want the next escapee to trip over it.

      Aww... I was admiring the view, complained a lanky redhead, biting on her low lip and staring directly at him. She was quite clearly eyeing his naked form with an entirely unhealthy amount of interest and her eyes wandered as she tossed a wrapped bundle in his face.

      With no

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