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The Signal – Introduction and Prologue

An Introduction to The Signal

This might seem weird but The Signal is actually the second book of a planned trilogy. At one point I had basically the entirety of the first book written, but after a bit of workshopping decided to give it at least a partial rewrite. Starting this second book is a part of that process. I wanted the first book to be cohesive with and flow into the second and third books.

That said, the first book—The Vault—takes place almost 700 years prior to this book, in an alternate history version of the much nearer future. Either way, my plan is to release both books chapter-by-chapter here on my blog and eventually as complete works both digitally and in print. You won’t need to have read any of the first book to understand the second and vice-versa, but each book will reveal more of the back story of the other as they go along.

If you enjoy science fiction like I do, I hope you’ll enjoy The Signal. And if you really do like it, would you consider helping me keep writing it by buying me a coffee?

Prologue – The Shipyards

Lagrange Station—officially “L1 Interorbital Manufacture and Space Operations Station”—sat in the area of perfect equilibrium between Earth and the Moon. Construction started with the core section in 2129 and has been more-or-less ongoing in the nearly 600 years since. 

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Campus Protests for Gaza and the Right Side of History

I was born in 1989. Although I don’t really remember much about South African Apartheid, I remember when it fell.

My grandparents actually had a newspaper clipping from 1994 about the fall of the apartheid regime that was kept in the middle drawer of their computer desk. As Quakers, they were against apartheid, and as I became older and more capable of understanding the world around me, they taught me more about what apartheid was along with many of the other racist anti-human systems baked into the function of our world.

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Trustworthy Organizations in Gaza for Donations

No one with a conscience should be able to see what is happening in Gaza and not want to help.

Of course, the only real solution according to the UN and virtually every human rights organization in the world is a permanent ceasefire under which Israel can no longer kill thousands of innocent civilians, lay waste to the civic and residential infrastructure of Gaza, and prevent aid from reaching those trapped there.

Until that happens, there are some organizations who are doing good work in Gaza to provide food, WASH, healthcare, housing, and search-and-rescue. Some have been there for decades, others have only come in since the beginning of Israel’s assault on Gaza in October.

I have tried to do as much research and due diligence as I can to vet these organizations and their operational philosophy, but I am not a perfect person. If you know of any substantial reason why any of these organizations might not be considered trustworthy, please contact me and I will consider removing it from the list. I will also add additional organizations periodically as I find them.

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34 Years: Life and Death and Love

Every year after my birthday, I like to write a short essay reflecting on my life in the last year: the experiences I’ve had, the interactions with people known and met, and what I’ve learned from all of it. This year I have decided to start sharing that essay publicly.

In 2023 I turned 34 years old. This has been a year of my life that could be described as having ups and downs, but that might be an understatement. It has been filled with moments of incredible happiness, uncertainty, sorrow, and bittersweet joy.

This February, I asked my girlfriend of 18 months to marry me, and she said yes. It wasn’t a surprise to either of us, but having the ring in my pocket and waiting for just the right time to ask made me about as nervous as anything in my adult life has. We began wedding planning that day, and I’m happy to say that in a few weeks, we’ll be husband and wife (and on our honeymoon).

Before that, in January, my grandmother had started treatment for stage four peritoneal cancer. We all knew that the prognosis wasn’t especially good, but we didn’t want to immediately dismiss any hope that it might work. After all, she had survived breast cancer when I was a kid.

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