Beneath the lengthening shadows of the Superstition Mountains, within the dollar-gabled doors of The Hitching Post Saloon, under the Eye All- seeing, J. R. sipped his whiskey, from an over-poured, over-priced commemorative shot glass. There they gathered, his cryptological quarry, to express their godless need, he, their remorseless hunter, among them. And so he sipped, in the Year of Redemption 2025, on Good Friday, April 18, staggering towards inception in search of that which should not be by common men found. So, in she walked, her silence a breeze in a lonely night, the smile of the angel he sought upon her liquid lips. And America’s boldest seeker into darkness was caught…

With 39 years of faithful service to UPLINK, Auditor Matt is less than a year from retirement. The catch was, so was EARTH… the Mother of humanity was about to be retired as a technological human habitat. As the Colorado Regional Auditor tasked with decommissioning the last and final humanitarian mission on Earth, Matt, seated at his red oak coffee table before the picture window of Earth’s very last house, is assailed with guilt, haunted by doubt and faced with a crisis of faith. Matt’s spirit fell even further, as over the threshold of Wonderview Cabin, framed in the ancient stained beams, limped his new Conductor, the last of that busy kind, rendered as haggard as any of those poor earthbound souls to be fed by that wind-bitten hand one last time.

On Thursday, May 29th, 2025, four men converged on Staten Island. First on the investigative scene was one Barrister O’Connell, of Manhattan, arrived by olden ways, by foot, ferry and then foot, with backpack containing scientific instruments upon his shoulders. The others came by way of the newest time distorting maze, in a Taxilla 360. These were Barrister Moreno, of Burlington, New Jersey, a member of the mysterious Order of Orion and of The Knights of Christ, whose eyes ever darted for the Door to Advantage. His footman, Werk, a broad, tattooed man, who stalked rather than walked, his manor telling of all the world his foe, secured the door. After him tottered an aged Gaelic waif, a certain Banes, a long lost countryman of O’Connell, thieved away upon a lesser boat. Thus, four sailors upon Fate’s swelling Deeps met at an island where none of them were permitted to keep a home, at Killmyer’s Tavern, a place where the antique tin ceiling should have been older than those who at the long ago carven bar gathered.

Young Master Richard Barrett, whose Norman ancestors subdued England in 1066, who crushed Cromwell and saved King Charles in 1646, who, in1776, hunted George Washington like the dog he was and had him drawn and quartered before the Continental Congress cringing upon their gallows, before they swung from the long Arm of King and Country—has a dilemma…

Since the guns of August roared in 1941 and Germany was crushed between Britannia and Russia, the Great Game had grown more bitter, and by fits and stops, had dithered, even withered. “Why,” wondered Young Master Rich to his faithful Color Sergeant Major, in the cold summer of 2024, “has not one technological improvement been brought from drawing board to factory to battlefield to finally permit the Russian Bear to be brought to heel?”

He had begun to suppose that only the Royal Theographical Society had a clue and resolved to approach their secretive door.

Renegade martial arts instructor and controversial Jeet Kune Do Guru, Paul Vunak, innovator of the Vu Scale combatives matrix, instructor of the Vunakers, who has challenged the Grays to combat by way of innovating a practical combative approach to resisting their alien abduction, has been invited to instruct at a regional Modern Gladiator Convention in Joliet Illinois. What Paul had, in good faith, accepted as path back into the Jeet Kune Do Concepts brotherhood has turned sour by the first morning hour. Still fit, still possessed of innovative combat wit, Paul repairs to the men’s room at the local high school to consider life anew in a sink back mirror. There, he comes face to face with his misunderstood and slandered plight, as reflected in the very dust of the inter-galactic light.

Across America a word burglar wends an odd way across a waning world. Under skies weirdly transformed, the writer tries to make sense of humanity’s devolutionary norm.

Traveling by train constantly and coaching occasionally, graphomania yet grips an addled tramp writer. Diagnosis Graphomania constitutes misfit nonfiction written by a compulsive writer while writing the Novels Seven Sons, MRE, Of A Naked Land and MORTAL, contributing to T—B Wrights’ Moonstruck Tales, and writing and researching the history books Bondage and Carnage, Planting America, Enslaving A Savage Land and Advent: The Son of God. As this material was also written while corresponding with and be interviewed by T—B Wright, it is being arranged as single text for his print publication. Arranged in the order written.