Patrick Sean Tomlinson / @stealthygeek / "Torque Wheeler" / @RealAutomanic / Kempesh / Padawan v2.5 - "Conservative" sci-fi author with TDS, armed "drunk with anger management issues" and terminated parental rights, actual tough guy, obese, paid Quasi, paid thousands to be repeatedly unbanned from Twitter

I strongly believe Niki's mother saw her borderline retarded son in law, drag her mentally compromised? daughter, into a huge financial and possibly criminal, clusterfuck. Pat has been on record saying he doesn't have the money, he's not very reliable but, something negative or shameful he states about himself I am inclined to believe. I think she hired the attorney Pat had just before the hearing and it's just a theory but, I believe she said something along the lines of "I'm paying for your attorney, Patrick. We are going to pay this "Quasi guy", the judge says you owe. I don't want to see my daughter held in contempt, here's a cashiers check for 32K, give this to your attorney, please do not fuck this up"
This definitely reeks of an internal family loan that will end badly. The mother in law is the most likely to have given the loan but there is a possibility it was another family member or a collection of family members. Fatrick won't pay it back and it will destroy the relationship within the family
 
What I find particularly sad, even a little bit doomery, is that I know there's so many genuinely talented writers out there who will never get a decent publishing deal. The best they can hope for, or the best they'll get is having their poem published in their university's annual English department magazine or printing their own novellas to leave at coffee shops.

They will not even get a third of what Patrick has been "blessed" with. How the fuck did he even get published anyway?
If they're scifi or fantasy authors have them submit to Baen, you don't need an agent, you just need to be good.

Fun Fact: According to Boston Brand piggy submitted his latest bounty hunter novel or whatever cringe thing he wrote to Baen despite attacking them on his twitter all the time and being butt buddies with Jason Sanford, walking human garbage that tried to get Baen's website taken down because he didn't like what randoms said on their forums (he's basically Baen's Keffals except even less people know or care who he is).
 
If they're scifi or fantasy authors have them submit to Baen, you don't need an agent, you just need to be good.
You know, this is going to sound like the gayest idea ever, but it'd be funny if one of Pat's books could be re-written using the advice given by the posters here giving their read-along critiques and then polished enough to get into Baen. Can you imagine how sneeded Pat'd be if someone remade Starship Repo to be actually good and then got published in Pat's stead?
 
You know, this is going to sound like the gayest idea ever, but it'd be funny if one of Pat's books could be re-written using the advice given by the posters here giving their read-along critiques and then polished enough to get into Baen. Can you imagine how sneeded Pat'd be if someone remade Starship Repo to be actually good and then got published in Pat's stead?
Low key tempted to write a thriller set on a space station about a pigman-alien chef who tries to tackle the stations refugee problem by grinding up the little ones and turning them into pepperoni which is then used to feed the adult refugees. It wouldn't be good enough to get published though. Probably not sci-fi adjacent enough either.
 
You know, this is going to sound like the gayest idea ever, but it'd be funny if one of Pat's books could be re-written using the advice given by the posters here giving their read-along critiques and then polished enough to get into Baen. Can you imagine how sneeded Pat'd be if someone remade Starship Repo to be actually good and then got published in Pat's stead?
The other forum already did that. Go back to about January of this year. The funsters wrote their own version of A Christmas Carnage, and it sent dozens of Patposters to the ER with pulverized ribs.
 
Low key tempted to write a thriller set on a space station about a pigman-alien chef who tries to tackle the stations refugee problem by grinding up the little ones and turning them into pepperoni which is then used to feed the adult refugees. It wouldn't be good enough to get published though. Probably not sci-fi adjacent enough either.
In all honesty, if you did actually cut out the sci-fi elements and make it a full thriller/horror with a deformed man turning kids into sausage for adults, it's probably do well if you did it right.

The other forum already did that. Go back to about January of this year. The funsters wrote their own version of A Christmas Carnage, and it sent dozens of Patposters to the ER with pulverized ribs.
Yeah, but Pat's Christmas Carnage won't ever exist, so while it was extremely funny, it seems a little less. Also, Christmas was never published beyond Amazon AFAIK. I was thinking of going full remake on one of his actual completed stories, and then trying to get into a genuine publisher. The salt would be sufficient to cure a million tons of negroni as far as I can figure.
 
The Ark, Chapters 19-22, extra thick with Patrick S. Tomlinson Padding™. but first, a word from me, because it's something i want to highlight.

... we're supposed to be approaching a denouement in about 8 chapters or less and I can't overstate how bad of an author Patrick is. Typically a story has a beginning, middle, and end: a build-up, a climax, and the climax gives the story momentum towards its end.

All that I've beheld in The Ark is a beginning. There's been no climax (unless you count Benson's and Theresa's), and we haven't got any fucking momentum, let's get that right.

we're getting on to the end of the book (it's been a bad trip) and it's like we've entered an all-new landscape of typos, errors, unfixed formatting mistakes, and even mischaracterizations of one's own cast. Patrick was blatantly rushing through the novel at this point, and that is troubling beyond description when you think about what it takes to publish a book. granted, i have no fucking idea how it really works when you get down to brass tacks, but Patrick is traditionally published, meaning he didn't do it alone. i know that much. there were multiple people involved in the publishing of The Ark, whom Patrick helpfully named, and not one of them, not even the agent responsible for The Ark specifically, who @AnOminous pointed out is a pretty noteworthy figure, read a single fucking page of this. The mind reels at how many steps had to be taken, how much money had to be spent, for this to be a product that a publishing house was glad to launch into this world.

i actually have some insight into how network executives and producers greenlight or reject shows - they typically look for as many reasons as they can to greenlight a TV show even if it's dull and lousy, because a competitor could pick it up, for example. they take their chances and spend the big bucks to fill in the spaces between big hitters and hopefully, maybe, land some good shit. nothing on TV at the time of The Ark being published and written really comes close to in how bad it is, how it gets all the fundamentals wrong, how it doesn't follow the rules (a difference from knowing the rules and breaking them responsibly), and how the executed plot is full of more holes than a skaven lair.

moving on...


Chapter 1 | Tor Link | Page 2014
Chapter 2 & 3 | Tor Link | Page 2018
Chapter 4 | Tor Link | Page 2033
Chapter 5, 6, 7 | Tor Link | Page 2046
Chapter 8 | Tor Link | Page 2051
Chapter 9-13 | Tor Link | Page 2079
Chapter 14 | Tor Link | Page 2110
Chapter 15-17 | Tor Link | Page 2120
Chapter 18 | Tor Link | Page 2124


==Characters Introduced in Order of Appearance; Character Status==
Bryan Benson,
A police(?) detective and our leading man, a gigasaurus who loves sports and evading responsibility, possibly taxation too.

Chao Feng,
The First Officer (of what?), and a douchedrinker according to Benson. Inherited stolen artwork from his criminal dad.

Lau,
The captain of Patrick's favorite Chinese sports team.

Edmond Laraby,
The missing geneticist whom the plot revolved around, found dead and dumped in space.

Avelina Pereira da Silva,
Science Director; Head of Environmental Research & Development. Got her full name in Chapter 3. Is probably the mastermind of the conspiracy.

Vasquez,
Not to be confused with Vasquez from Aliens; a player in Patrick's favorite sports game.

Lindqvist,
A sports player not even worthy of description by Patrick. Must be a PCJ caricature.

Theresa Alexopolous,
A lieutenant, and a Duty Officer (of what?), sidekick to the Chad Bryan Benson.

Vikram Bahadur,
Chief Constable of the Chinatown District, on par with Bryan Benson. Definitely not a Sikh.

Nibiru,
Not a character, but a black hole on the edge of a solar system. Probably the best character, though, if it's anything like Black Hole Sun.

Devorah Feynman,
Curator of the Museum, wants to preserve humanity's culture by locating and securing authentic works of art. Possibly a facsimile of Patrick's mother.

Constable Pavel Korolev,
Theresa sent him to back-up Benson; a rookie that's greener than grass. A true comrade.

Chef Takahashi,
Probably Japanese. Probably a chef.

Magistrate Boswell,
Probably king of the douchedrinkers.

Salvador 'Sal' Kite
Old guy with "war stories"; criminal scum who paid the court a fine and/or served his sentence for participating in a massive art heist.

Old Benny
Criminal scum who has violated the law.

Director Hekekia,
Engineering genius or something. Big Samoan guy who speaks better than Benson.

Dr. Jeanine Russell,
Medbay staffer on the Ark. Dreams about touching Benson's athletic body.

Captain Mahama,
Maybe the Captain of the Ark's crew. Strong old African womanboss.

Sahni,
Another nondescript *Zero Finals* player lol. Still noting her just in case they become relevant.

Madison Atwood,
Bryan Benson's PE Teacher; works as a constable in Chinatown. Didn't make an appearance when Chao Feng was arrested for some reason.

Magistrate Jindal,
A judge that appears to have a perverse desire to do his job properly.

Duty Officer Hernandez,
Another constable belonging to Benson's cadre. Raised concerns about Benson being a nepotist.

Celine DiMaggio,
An art thief. Has Alzheimer's in the future where such diseases should have been wiped out.

Lefty, or Huang
A Japanese(?) man living underground and off the radar.

Mei,
One of the vagrant *Unbound*.

Agong, or David Kimura
Elder of the Japanese vagrants living off the radar on the Ark. Name means 'Grandfather' in Mandarin; was thought to have died of a heart attack after joining the Ark's council.

Mao,
Leader of a splinter group of *the Unbound*. The new lead suspect in the murder investigation.

Barta,
An Ensign on the Ark's Crew. Likes getting in people's way. Probably plays SWAT 4 a lot.

Chief Councilman Valmassoi,
Who the fuck knows.



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--E1: The Ark has lost main power, and even the *Plant* Neuralink system is down. Also, Patrick makes the same blunder as from Chapter 2 where he starts off the chapter and doesn't identify the speakers before they speak, forcing the reader to infer that the unmarked line of dialogue is Benson again. This isn't as egregious as that one but it's still bad.

Mahama works on taking control of the situation: the whole ship has indeed lost power.


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There's a break here where there shouldn't be. I'm chalking this up to another rush error by Patrick. Anyway, Mahama phones Director Hekekia to get a sitrep: the Ark is flatlined and both reactors are down and have lost magnetic containment. If anyone has anything to offer on Patrick's knowledge of fusion reactors and various scientific elements, do feel free to chime in as I'm one of those public school kids whose middle school science classes were taught more by VHS tapes of Bill Nye.

After the erroneous interlude, Mahama asks how long before the power restarts: Hekekia has no idea. Capacitor charges are at 13 percent, a revelation that blindsides the captain. They're supposed to be near an 80 percent charge at all times but, as Hekekia explains, a short was discovered in the recharging system that they'd been hunting down for some time and they had to be deactivated. Suffice to say, the Ark's in a bit of a pickle.


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Mahama asks for ideas and a nameless Ensign suggests reversing the habitat's drive motors, which generate its artificial gravity, to recharge the capacitors. Hekekia says it's doable, but requires an EVA Pod and four hours to make the conversion. It could have taken less time but Benson, the idiot, destroyed his pod a while back. I'm glad Hekekia is shitting on him for this but it also should never have happened in the first place.



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--E2: More pissing and moaning but at least there's some information being given and stakes being established. Reversing the gravity is guaranteed to cause a panic as everyone and everything will lift off. Mahama emphasizes that without their shielding, they're soaking up more and more radiation, they don't have thrusters or navigational lasers, and if they suffer an impact the entire ship would likely be lost.

Hekekia informs her that they need at least 20 percent of a capacitor charge to restart a fusion reactor. He's rather pessimistic, worried that the motors and bearings on the habitat modules will burn out, as there's no telling how much charge the plan will generate. Mahama orders him to go through with it, and orders Benson to coordinate with Bahadur to keep the peace when the shit hits the fan.


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Constable Korolev is understandably miffed about everything and immediately recognizes this as sabotage: somebody wants everyone dead and they might just get their wish if the Ark's crewmen fail in their plan. Benson calms him down and hands off Mahama's orders to him while he goes off on his own to do something. I highlighted a part in red here because this is an incomplete sentence. "Tell her to deputize the lightbulb jockeys and ... their jetpacks to grab any strays". I'm convinced Patrick was rushing this now.



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--E3: Ok now I am SUPER convinced Patrick was rushing: note the first Red highlight, where I mark an erroneous carriage return. "Mr. Kimura" is disconnected from its paragraph. But yeah, Benson's headed back to the sublevels to warn Kimura and his cohorts of the current crisis.

What we're seeing is the next level of meandering and Benson is jumping straight to the conspiracy theory about this being genocide and sabotage along with Korolev, and I get the feeling he's doing it because the plot demands it of him. I'm sure we'll be reading 'genocide' aplenty going forward. I like how this chapter turned into an excuse to dump exposition and useless theorycrafting on the reader, rather than let the reader imagine anything. Not like we needed any more reasons to poo-poo the quality of this mystery, though.


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Nobody's home. David Kimura and his vagrant *Geisha* have abandoned the place, taking all their belongings with them. Nothing remains, save for one of the bonsai trees from earlier and authentic paper note awaiting our protagonist.


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David Kimura already knew what was coming before Benson got here, and his people have gone 'deeper into hiding', whatever that means. However, their arrangement is still in place and they'll nevertheless be in touch soon. Benson has no choice but to hoof it back to the surface empty-handed.

You want some conspiracy theories? Here's mind: Maybe, just maybe, the child abusing, death-faking cult leader living outside society is a suspect now. HOW would he have known all this is happening THIS fast from within his FUCKING FARADAY CAGE? I refuse to believe that this isn't a gigantic red flag. Avelina had both of my eyes on her before, but now she has just one as I cross my vision to shine bright red death lights on them both.

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--E4: Oh my God, paddingpaddingpaddingpaddingpaddingpaddingpadding. Benson can't take the elevator and Feng is being a prick and he has to "huff" it back. It's "hoofing", Patrick. You live in Milwaukee, for fuck's sake. Take my word for it, everything highlighted in Yellow (and even the one Purple) is worthless text.


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I have no idea where any of this is coming from. We're missing context here, if I'm being generous: there was never a reason to suspect that Benson disliked Feng before Feng got off the first time when they found the stolen artwork. And that's all I'm saying about this because paddingpaddingpaddingpaddingpaddingpaddingpadding, and then a break.



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--E5: Following the break/interlude, the only thing of note in this first blob of wording is that Patrick has done another oopsie by starting an entirely new sequence with the phrase "In fact". Maybe it's not technically incorrect but it's jarring, and we're not on Chapter 19 anymore, because he doesn't understand pacing. Feel free to skip over everything highlighted in yellow, unless you have a much stronger grasp of Patrick's worldbuilding than I do.


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I'm sinning by posting captures of entire pages but I badly wanted to show the sheer amount of padding that only a girthy lad like Patrick could pull off. There's almost nothing that I don't dislike or find myself bored by. Worse are the similes and metaphors, and especially the part about the bananas on the first pic. I want to say that's some fucking bonkers innuendo but who knows. Either way, this blows.

All that happens is apparently the plan works and Benson saves a girl from falling and getting hurt and we, of course, get hit with a *Zero Finals* check. Everybody's celebrating that they survived and that power's back on, but I'm not, because that was by far the gayest and lamest way for a cast to overcome a possible extinction event. Absolutely no drama, save for some prick vomiting and a cock joke about bananas.

Korolev wants to crack skulls and I'm down for that. We're now over two-thirds through this 30-chapter book and there STILL, HASN'T, BEEN, ANY, KILLING.

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--E6: Chapter 21 starts off pretty shitty, and it's not because of the meandering. It's the bad pacing, the lack of set-up and impact, how we just jump from one sequence to the next without enough build-up. It's a chronic error in this entire book.

Summing up the first page, the constabularies have formed a massive search party to hunt down Mao's terrorists, and Mahama has declared an act of sabotage and a state of emergency. Everyone's going into the sublevels to figure this one out. Aside from the dumbass simile about lemon zesters (not all lemon zesters are made the same! Not all lemon zesters are like cheese graters, Patrick!), this is a very good use of the *Plant* system, I'll admit, and I enjoy how it's being used. If Patrick were more creative, he could have made this book a fanfic of Deus Ex: Invisible War and the ending where all humanity merges into a gestalt consciousness with JC Denton and decided to leave their shithole planet and this would basically be the same effect.


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Benson briefs his 700+ deputies on what to expect (after the search has started, lol) and the search is underway. I will defend my highlighting of most of this as meandering & padding because it's just not interesting. We're well past the point of worldbuilding - come on, we're chasing fucking terrorists and we need to focus on that, not the rust and heat and aerogel and ZzzzzZzzzzzzzzz...


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--E7: Fuck it, I'll screencap half or all a page at this point because there's nothing of interest to hone in on. If it's not outright padding and meandering, it's something fucking stupid... like the FIFTY LITER BUCKET FILLED WITH PISS AND SHIT. HA HA, FUNNY, RIGHT?

The third red highlight in this image, though, kinda made me laugh for the wrong reasons. Reading that, I heard the voices of those cassette tape CYOA's, Terror TRAX, in my head. They're a bit boring but the writing's a thousand times better than Patrick's, at least.


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Call me crazy, but thinking someone tipped Mao off is nuttier than a snickers bar. There is no proof of that and whoever the conspirator at the top is (Avelina, I'm saying! Nobody else has been named AND encountered in the Crew who could be culpable!!) probably would have given themselves away by snitching. This first paragraph is straight-up bullshit. I doubt we'll be getting any valuable introduction to the Crew at this point.

All of a sudden, Benson experiences a sudden bout of intelligence... and wonders if Laraby's files might actually have answers. Feng only altered them to hide himself from Benson's gaydar, after all. Too bad for our brave detective, though: [File Not Found].


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Benson's pissed and dials one of the Ark's operators for answers. Very conveniently, the Data Node containing Laraby's files got fucking destroyed, probably from a power surge in the recent crisis. The prognosis ain't good, but nobody will know for sure until a qualified human gets down there to do maintenance.

This is most definitely not a coincidence.


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Benson muses for a bit and Jeanine calls him up and asks if the line is secure. Benson says it is, and I punched a pillow imagining it was Patrick's brat fat. Deep, cleansing breath... *Plants are not fucking secure, God damn it, Patrick.* Dr. Russell wants him to stop what he's doing and get back upstairs for another private conversation and presumably a damning reveal of some kind. To that end, Benson orders Theresa to call off this massive search. Bad relationship talk again.



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--E8: Benson gets to the non-descript Sickbay located in the Tardis dimension and Jeanine is there, with Laraby's corpse: the autopsy is complete. I've highlighted some garbage in Red: the first is some particularly bad writing, the second has terrible implications for this setting and all of humanity at large, the third is germane but delivered awfully, and the fourth had no fucking business being written at all.

The salient stuff, however, is that Edmond Laraby wasn't killed before he got spaced. No, *he was alive when he got shoved out of the Ark.* His injuries are indeed defensive wounds. The second picture is really just padding on top of this and it's largely useless.


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Dr. Russell presents the toxicology report: *Edmond Laraby was poisoned with Tetrodotoxin (TTX) before his death.* TTX is a poison derived from various species, like pufferfish, octopuses and starfish. We finally have a murder weapon and a narrowed search parameter with it! Benson does some internal theorycrafting with this new evidence and hits us with another ridiculous personal factoid out of nowhere, but TTX is an extremely specific method, so there can't be too many places to hit up for info related.

Benson's suddenly in the mood for sushi, so he probably knows already.

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--E9: Benson and Theresa have gotten prim for another date because there was no other way for them to handle this otherwise. Largely meandering and sleep-inducing so far, until Benson hits the waiter with a comment about the Fugu pufferfish and causes a stir on his way to meet with Chef Takahashi.


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The kitchen is remarkably boring and nothing like the madhouse from Fear Effect, and the "strange collision of Japanese and Korean" is dumb. Benson tells the chef he wants a talk in private.


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Benson, Theresa and Chef Frank Takahashi sweep into the freezer for a quick, private chat. There's too much ring-around-the-rosie here before we get to the insinuation: Benson knows Takahashi has been making Fugu and wants to know who was growing the pufferfish for him. Takahashi keeps up the charade, again, and then Patrick slips in the G-word: Gaijin. Imagine Jean-Luc Picard doing the double facepalm right now. More meandering, since Takahashi is still holding the knife and Benson has taken a very long time to get him to set the fucking deadly blade down and ughhhhhhhhh

Takahashi rebuts that he can't bring animals back from extinction, but Benson reminds him that he'd served them authentic chicken meat not so long ago. Making pufferfish wouldn't be illegal anyway... but Benson tells him that poisoning someone with TTX is. Now we're getting somewhere.



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--E10: Takahashi relents and reveals that he's got a little aquaculture farm set up in his restaurant. Two aquariums: one containing the pufferfish, and the other with various other species.


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Benson asks Takahashi who grew the fish for him, and he says the first batch were grown in the *Bio-Labs* for one of their projects. An "interested party" brought one of these hyperspecific and deadly fish to Takahashi to prepare this hyperspecific meal of Fugu Fish for a party they were having. He agreed, if only the interested party (referred to as *He*) would give him a mating pair of pufferfish. The rest that follows is meandering or... I dunno. Seems completely irrelevant to me. Patrick has never established what the fuck the "compost supply" is or how introducing a neurotoxin into it affects anything. Maybe I do know and have completely forgotten, and that it's something they use for recycling processes. Whatever.


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I don't care about any of the stuff at the top of the page here. Maybe it'll be relevant in the sequel but we're supposed to be approaching a denouement in about 8 chapters or less and I can't overstate how bad of an author Patrick is. Typically a story has a beginning, middle, and end: a build-up, a climax, and the climax gives the story momentum towards its end.

All that I've beheld in The Ark is a beginning. There's been no climax (unless you count Benson's and Theresa's), and we haven't got any fucking momentum, let's get that right.

*Zero Finals* creeps back into the story while I contemplate poking my eye out with Rick's pointer finger, and then SOMETHING comes up that's relevant: *Benson detects a batch of mushrooms by a very familiar smell.* Takahashi says they're shiitake mushrooms... and where was the last time we saw them? **Ah yes, David Kimura's vagrant bunch of assholes grow mushrooms for sustenance!**


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On the way out, Theresa confronts Benson about his actions tonight and I wasn't quite expected for this sudden shift in character and intellectual capacity. I can't pin down what kind of character she's supposed to be anymore. She is so useless until Patrick needs Benson to progress, she is never on the same page with him, they are never synergized, and now, after all we've seen, she's interrogating him about what he knows and what he's investigating.

I fully admit I'm starting to skim harder and harder towards what is most certainly going to be a wet fart of an ending, but I'm not totally forgetful. I have a very good procedural memory. I also have a very good sense of 'understanding', I'll put it. What I'm reading here makes no fucking sense. It's contradictory and ludicrous. Unlike meandering, I just skip entire paragraphs when I see it.



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--E11: Benson does his best to catch Theresa up on everything even though the *Plant* system could make it simpler and, Jesus Christ, I don't know, they couldn't have done this between chapters? Don't these imbeciles take notes, share information? Goddamnit all, fuck. This isn't so much meandering as it is reiterating what we have JUST SEEN, what we have just experienced, just noted down. The mushroom crap is fresh in our minds because it was in between statutory rape and teen pregnancy like some kind of needle in a nonce sandwich.

Theresa then acts like a disingenuous bitch and unsubtly accuses Benson of being a tinfoil hatter. What the fuck is this crap?


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The conversation between the two continues to be retarded before the only relevant, interesting development in the story comes up as Theresa reveals the Ark's councilmembers are pissed with Benson, including the head honcho, for calling off the search - they've been asking some very indignant things about Benson, gathering information.

Yeah, I mean, I would be too if one of the chief constables looking for terrorists under the captain's direct command added "Dereliction of Duty" to his reputation to go and have dinner at the Japanese sushi house.

With that warning, we are now perfectly set up for Benson to be disgraced in this story (framed for a crime, perhaps even falsely incriminated for calling off the search in the first place) and then redeem himself immediately after.


Chapter 19 is practicaally a nothingburger: the Ark has lost main power due to an act of sabotage and everyone except the main character is solving the problem, no thanks to him. Benson gets dumpstered the whole time for how much of a useless prick he is despite the fact he's the only one trying to solve an active murder mystery. Win some, lose some. The chapter ends with Benson going to warn David Kimura's people in the sublevels of an impending gravity reversal that could endanger them, but he finds that they've all packed up and gone deeper into hiding. So, nothing has really happened. We get to see nothing interesting, like the repairs of the Ark, Hekekia's engineering team pulling off never-before-tried stunts to save all of humanity during this calamitous occasion. Just Benson fucking around in the underdark.

Chapter 20 picks up right after with Benson heading topside and this one's actually a nothingburger. Nothing develops here, and it's just a big fucking sack of piss and wind in text format.. The Ark does get repaired here and some insipid sex jokes are made, and Benson rescues a girl from falling out of a tree due to the reversed gravity situation, but... nothing. We learned nothing, saw nothing, did nothing. Boring as fuck, especially for an event where humanity's very existence was threatened.

Chapter 21 rolls around and it's almost exactly like Chapter 20 in terms of padding and go-nowhere bullshit, with a real knee-slapper of a joke in the midst of it: Benson and the Ark's constabularies have formed a search party near 1000 strong and are combing through the sublevels looking for Mao's terrorists. All they find is a fifty liter bucket filled with piss and shit. AHAHAHA, HAHAHAHA. However, we finally get a development when Jeanine calls Benson up and tells him she's got something and needs to see him in person, so Benson calls off the entire search after an utterly indeterminate amount of time and heads to sickbay to get Edmond Laraby's autopsy report. Toxicology shows that he was drugged with TTX, a neurotoxin derived from the pufferfish, and that he was still technically alive when he was shoved out the airlock. Still no motive, but the search has been narrowed significantly.

Chapter 22 tries my patience with more than just meandering and padding, but outright insane dialogue from Theresa. The short of it is that Benson and Theresa are having date night at the Japanese place from Chapter 4 and Benson gets a private meeting with the Chef, whom he knows now is serving Fugu meals. Chef Takahashi explains he was given the fish by someone in the Bio-Labs (where Avelina works!!!!) and they wanted Fugu Fish specifically for a party, and he agreed to cater in exchange for a mating pair of the fish so he could rake in the big bucks. Benson discovers Takahashi also has mushrooms that Kimura's people were growing, and on the way out, gets chastised out of nowhere by Theresa and I fucking hated everything about that.

The only salient bit from that mess was Theresa informing Benson that the Ark's council are pissed that he called off the search and were snooping into his affairs, which neatly sets up Benson to get completely fucked in the next few chapters and framed for a crime and have this bullshit about the called-off search cited to discredit him.
 
I will now dissent from the thread— the fact he paid Quasi in full already means Pat could have had a lot going for him if he wasn’t, well, Pat
Pat has not even come close to paying Quasi in full. There’s still nearly $20,000 in additional debt that Quasi’s legal team has not (yet) domesticated in Wisconsin for the purposes of collection.

Fact is, Pat’s life was always bound to be a nightmare for the duration of his fat existence. That’s the default setting for miserable people, especially those who constantly seek conflict as a way of feeling alive. But the fact that he fucked with Quasi and got the horns sure hasn’t helped anyone except the thousands of us who enjoy pointing and laughing at Pat.

Pat will never learn. Which means we will never be without entertainment.
 
The Ark - the most advanced ship ever created by mankind. Neural implants, bio engineering, other awesome sci-fi stuff.

An email reminder that your critical energy reserves have dropped below the 80% safety margin? Nah, that’s way too advanced.

I’ll forgive Patrick not knowing how a fusion reactor would shut down but if the magnetic containment bubble holding the plasma fails you’re going to have a bad time. Technically it will cool off but only after melting through a ton of the reactor because it’s as hot as a star (hence the need to contain it with magnetism rather than material).

These are some annoying chapters. Calling off a manhunt for the people that tried to kill all humanity is baffling. Good luck getting people to stop the search, they’ll be out for blood. I agree that Benson is getting set up but it’s stupid and he deserves some blowback for telling everyone to give up.

What about using the computers and ship sensors to look for anomalies in the population. Call a curfew and look for any life signs detected outside the known locations. Look for life signs that don’t have matching Plant IDs.

This is a problem for anyone writing sci-fi. You have to try and make the story relatable and can’t have your future tech completely trivialize your story. Like with DNA testing you need to say “oh they cleaned up all traces” to explain why you didn’t immediately identify the culprit. Patrick doesn’t think carefully about his tech and so his detective character looks like a doofus for not using his resources properly.


You know, I’m starting to think this Patrick guy doesn’t write well.
 
I have a RL Patrick story to share (no cowtipping)
It took place on a parking lot near Bryce Canyon. I saw Patrick and Nikkki approach the two-stroke Mustang, likely returning from their trip to take in the views, and get in.
Then as the Mustang finally started, Patrick drove it a foot forwards and stopped. Then he backed two feet and stopped again. Then two feet forwards.. This went on for a bit.
Then instead he cranked the steering wheel as much as he could and started driving forwards in tight circles.. 'round and round... until bit later when he finally headed for the parking lot exit.
I was still trying to figure out what the fuck that was, when I heard the two-stroke beast return. I guess he forgot something. Anyway, I walked up to him to ask what the maneuvering was all about. "Oh, a dandelion got caught in my Mustang's door.. I tried to rip it, but then had to twist it off."
 
I hope you are not suggesting Pat produced this $32,000, himself. The two prevailing theories are SFWA paid for it, Or Niki's mother paid for it.

I strongly believe Niki's mother saw her borderline retarded son in law, drag her mentally compromised? daughter, into a huge financial and possibly criminal, clusterfuck. Pat has been on record saying he doesn't have the money, he's not very reliable but, something negative or shameful he states about himself I am inclined to believe. I think she hired the attorney Pat had just before the hearing and it's just a theory but, I believe she said something along the lines of "I'm paying for your attorney, Patrick. We are going to pay this "Quasi guy", the judge says you owe. I don't want to see my daughter held in contempt, here's a cashiers check for 32K, give this to your attorney, please do not fuck this up"

Again just a theory. I believe SFWA is too afraid of the IRS coming after them for using money to fund a private party lawsuit, I believe Pat and Niki don't have 32K lying around. Therefore this makes the most sense.
I agree, I think they saw that he was just dragging them all down, and I think they realized that if Pat wanted to keep being a dick and sit in jail rather than paying, eventually Quasis lawyers would just after Nikkis business as its equally her debt.
I think the mother in law decided her daughter had been put through enough.
Maybe the reason Nikki wasn't at the court is they hid it from Pat until the last minute so he couldn't fuck it up, and when he got to the court and he found out that morning it had already been arranged behind his back he blew up and they had a huge fight.
 
I have a RL Patrick story to share (no cowtipping)
It took place on a parking lot near Bryce Canyon. I saw Patrick and Nikkki approach the two-stroke Mustang, likely returning from their trip to take in the views, and get in.
Then as the Mustang finally started, Patrick drove it a foot forwards and stopped. Then he backed two feet and stopped again. Then two feet forwards.. This went on for a bit.
Then instead he cranked the steering wheel as much as he could and started driving forwards in tight circles.. 'round and round... until bit later when he finally headed for the parking lot exit.
I was still trying to figure out what the fuck that was, when I heard the two-stroke beast return. I guess he forgot something. Anyway, I walked up to him to ask what the maneuvering was all about. "Oh, a dandelion got caught in my Mustang's door.. I tried to rip it, but then had to twist it off."
I have a story to share too, I once encountered Pat irl before I even knew who he was!
It was at a grocery store in Milwaukee. I recognised Patrick from the Discovery rip off documentary he was on. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything. He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?”

I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face.
I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen Milky Ways in his hands without paying.

The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.

When she took one of the bars and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each bar and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly. He then called her a child and left.
 
An extra $7000 to the court. Fatrick really is a sort of anti-genius. Most of his problems would vanish if he could give up the artist formerly known as Twitter aka X. Now he might, but only if both the childs and the likeminded somehow pile into Meta's Threads. Tomlinson seems addicted to social media love and hate.
 
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