ALIENS: BEWARE OF LOW-FLYING
AGRICULTURAL MACHINERY
Chip Connolly was a conscripted grunt in trouble. Here he was, stuck behind enemy lines with a bunch of cyber-uplifted rats and bats. Rats with human speech, but with rat values. Rats that knew what was worth fighting for: sex, food and strong drink. True, they were holed up on a ruined wine-farm with enough brandy to swim in. Trouble was, there wasn't much food. And with shrew-metabolism the rats had to eat. He was next on the menu. The bats were no help: they were crazy revolutionaries planning to throw off the yoke of human enslavement—with high explosive. As if that wasn't bad enough, there was the girl they'd rescued. Rich. Beautiful. With a passionate crush on her 'heroic' rescuer. She came with added extras: a screwball Alien tutor, and a cyber-uplifted pet galago—a tiny little lemurlike-critter with a big mouth and delusions about being the world's greatest lover.
So: he'd volunteered for a suicide mission. Of course things only got worse. The whole crew decided to come along. Seven rats, five bats, a galago, two humans, a sea-urchin-like alien and an elderly vineyard tractor without brakes . . . against several million inimical aliens. He was going to die.
Mind you, not dying could be even more terrible. That girl might get him.
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Product ReviewThe action, the wild humor, the impossible mission and the imaginative turns in the plot are great. I laughed aloud, I whistled in admiration and I couldn't let go of the book. I liked the sarcastic background of Har-de-har-har, and the implausibility of the downloads of the uplifted (speaking in riddles for the sake of avoiding spoilers). I read it because I liked the stuff of Eric Flint, after I read it I started looking for anything of Dave Freer.
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