Sci-fi readathon Last four days

Aloha – I discounted all four of the current Demeter series books to 99 cents on Amazon in e-book format.  The intent was to encourage some fun summer reading.  The prices on the Demeter series will return to normal on August 1st, so enjoy the last few days before the Dog Days of Summer start in August.

Start with Demeter

Usually being beaten up and hospitalized by the school bully isn’t considered to be a great turning point in your life. Fifteen year old Ryder faces some of the common challenges of any young man his age: isolation, sibling rivalry, first love, and bullying. Life takes a sudden change when he is invited, along with his sister and five classmates to spend a year abroad.
Read the contract! Instead of going to Europe on Earth Ryder and his friends are conscripted for a year of service in Demeter, an asteroid over a hundred light years from Earth.
The good news is that Ryder gets closer to his classmate Cynthia Flores and he gets to develop his talent at gaming with systems that deal with real life scenarios including saving Demeter itself from invasion. The bad news is that his reckless younger sister has a talent for mischief and disaster. And now, she and Cynthia have been kidnapped and it’s up to Ryder to figure out how to save them before someone kills them all.*Version*=1&*entries*=0

Then on to Return to Demeter

After surviving two kidnappings the year before Ryder and his friends think they are done with Demeter. But when a mysterious illness starts manifesting in Ryder’s little sister Debbie the team knows they have to find a way to return to Demeter before its to late. But not all is safe the mysterious planners of the nefarious plots last year are still unknown and the group must survive more attempts on their lives. Will they survive another adventure on Demeter?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

Next, the Demeter trilogy completes with Defending Demeter

All is quiet, or is it? What looks to be a large PerSian invasion fleet is on the edge of Demeter space and the Saggitarian Armada that is supposed to defend Demeter leaves port. This leaves Ryder and his team in a struggle to find a way of defending Demeter with the scraps left behind by the armada.
Meanwhile a secret lurks in the inner tunnels of Demeter that could either save or destroy the planet, and explain the attempts on the team’s lives. Will the team be able to find the answers it needs and resources in time to save Demeter from complete Destruction?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

The fourth book in the series takes Ryder and his friends further into Orion’s Spur and efforts to unite the worlds of the Spur to end the 10,000 years war in Haumeah

Ryder is faced with new dilemmas on every hand. Things are going well with Cynthia, but now he must meet her father. Also to bring peace to the Orion’s Spur he must entrust his life to Debbie, who will be flying him through an asteroid field only so Ryder can attempt to negotiate with the pirates of Haumeah to convince them to have a show down with the Sagittarius league.*Version*=1&*entries*=0

Be looking for the conclusion of the series this fall with the release of Vodot.  Meanwhile, enjoy the summer reading fun.


Kicking off free summer reading in adventure science fiction

Super Saturday – Kicking off Summer Reading.  Fun adventure, great science fiction story, available for free all day Saturday .  Enjoy a free copy of Demeter, book 1 in the young adult science fiction series, Demeter.  Available today on Amazon.

Haumeah – Volume 4 of the Demeter series is finally available Get your copy today*Version*=1&*entries*=0

Aloha – Great news!  Haumeah, volume 4 of the Demeter series is now available on Amazon.

Ryder is faced with new dilemmas on every hand. Things are going well with Cynthia, but now he must meet her father. Also to bring peace to the Orion’s Spur he must entrust his life to Debbie, who will be flying him through an asteroid field only so Ryder can attempt to negotiate with the pirates of Haumeah to convince them to have a show down with the Sagittarius league.

You can get your copy today.  Likewise, volumes 1-3 are all available.

Best wishes,


Chapter 5 and 6 of Arlo

Aloha – A reminder that the first four chapters are also available and that this is a first draft of Arlo. Tonight you’re starting to catch up.  Yes, I did finish another chapter, but in this case chapter 5 is short so I’ve tossed in the draft for chapter 6 as well.  Enjoy, Doc

Chapter 5  The Red Iguana

The Red Iguana was on the west side of Salt Lake City on north Temple on the way to the Salt Lake International Airport.  It was in a part of the city that most people avoided, and few of the middle class would consider stopping.  The exterior of the building was uninviting with signage that seemed more fitting for a pawn shop than a restaurant.  Yet people lined up wrapping around the exterior of the building during lunch and dinner hours.

Aware of the popularity of the best Mexican restaurant in city, Marshall had arranged to meet with Blake and Justin at 11:00 a.m. shortly after his flight arrived in Utah.  The interior was as uninviting as the exterior, with small, square metal tables crowded together, with the wait staff weaving between the patrons taking and serving orders.  Marshall arrived early, and was sitting at a corner table with his back to the wall so he could see Blake and Justin arrive.  He was nibbling on a second bowl of chips and salsa when they came through the front door at 11:17.  Earlier than usual, he thought, as he motioned them back.

“Well?”  Blake’s eyes gleamed with anticipation.

“I recommend any of the enchiladas.  Their mole’s are excellent.  I’m not a fan of the carne adobada,” Marshall leaned back on his chair.  “I miss this place.  I wish we could do more of our work here.”

Justin pulled out a chair scrapping the floor.  “I think he,” nodding toward Blake, was wondering how things went with your dad.”

“Oh that?” Marshall leaned forward, “About as I expected.  He’s trying to play me, but he countered my sixty percent offer with a ninety percent counter offer before I left.  He never does that unless he’s already made up his mind.”

“Does what?” Blake queried.

“Makes a counter offer.  Oh he’ll try to string us along and improve his position, but he already smells the money rolling into his account.”

“Well, it is a lot of money,” Justin observed.  The added, “Is ten percent enough?”

“For what we want?” Marshall leaned in, “Depends on how the old fox does the math… yes, anything over five percent will be enough.  If we get ten percent of the profits without too many fees for this or that overhead and we’ll have plenty.  So far I don’t think he has any idea of what this is all about and we have to keep it that way.”

Marshall looked around.  He had to be careful not to bump into the person sitting behind him, or bumping the elbow of the young oriental woman sitting on his right side.  Leaning even closer he added, “In fact, I think we better change subjects.”  Leaning back he asked in a normal voice, “So how are you doing in Assassin’s Creed?

“Sequence eleven,” Justin responded immediately.

By the time they left the restaurant the lines had formed past the edge of the building.  “So why are we in Utah?” Justin queried.

“Thriving economy, technology hub, strong work ethic …,” Blake began counting off with his fingers.

“We can talk about that as we drive.  Did you two bring a car?” Marshall asked.

“Five national parks, beautiful mountains, great skiing…. Belay that, too late in the year for skiing,” Blake continued.

“No, you said you’d rent a car at the airport.  So we grabbed the Trax line from downtown,” Justin answered.

“Temple Square, BYU, beautiful girls,” Blake was starting to wind down.

“We’re going to Brigham City,” Marshall confided.  “I understand they have some great raspberry milkshakes up there.”

“Milkshakes?  You flew us all the way out to Utah for milkshakes?” Blake interrupted.

“No,” Marshall smirked, “But if we hurry we may make it in time for some shakes.”  He pulled keys from his pocket and they heard the distinct beep of car doors being unlocked.  Twenty feet away they saw the headlights of a gray Jeep Cherokee.  “Get in,” Marshall snapped.  “We spent too much time eating lunch.”

They drove north on I-15 that was cluttered with new homes and commercial properties lining both sides of the freeway for over an hour.  Passing through Ogden, traffic began thinning out, and they caught occasional glimpses of water to their left, and fruit trees on the hills to the right.

Neither Blake nor Justin could get anything out of Marshall as to their reasons for traveling out into the wilderness of Utah.

“This is not the wilderness of Utah,” Marshall responded.  The wilderness areas are north and east and south of Salt Lake City.  When they finally approached Brigham City, Marshall turned away from the city, rather than toward the eastern mountain.  Continuing down a two lane highway, the ground became rocky, brown and desolate.  “Okay, maybe there is some wilderness up this way,” Marshall laughed.

Eventually the rock and dirt was interrupted by a tall chain linked fence topped with concertina wire.   Eventually they reached the gate for ATK-Thiokol.  Blake immediately perked up, “Is this their test range?”

“Not only their test range, but if we can get through security in less than twenty minutes, we can watch a test firing of their fusion engine.  I got a pass for three scientists.  Are either of you qualified to be called scientists?”

“So we’re here,” Justin complained, “to see the test firing of an engine system, that Blake already discards as inferior to his own design?”

“I’m interested,” Marshall smiled.  “You never know, these sorts of things often give people better ideas just for seeing them.”  Then he scowled, “But actually this is more a distraction.  We have other reasons for being here.”

They made it through security and to the test firing with two minutes to spare.  But technical glitches delayed the test by over two hours.  It was late afternoon before they drove into Brigham City for the promised black raspberry milk shakes.

Sitting outside an ice cream parlor Marshall turned to Blake, “Well?”

“The test was certainly impressive.  Better than most fireworks displays I’ve seen.  But, it is way to energy hungry.  How do they expect that to efficiently deliver the first permanent base to Mars?” Blake started.  “But, it did give me a few ideas relative to my design.  The propulsion system has to help generate speed, but also be much more cost effective.  I believe the solar sails will help give us that added boost.  But I don’t want to use them in the Belt.  Getting from here past Mars, I think we can save dollars and time.”

“You said this was more of a side trip than our actual purpose,” Justin interrupted.  “Why did you bring us all the way out here?”

“Patience,” Marshall paused and bent over in pain.

“Are you okay?” Justin reached over in concern.

“Ice headache,” was all that Marshall got out.

Chapter 6 – Follow the Leader

“Mr. Smith, this isn’t working,” Naomi complained on her check-in call.  “I think Marshall spotted me.  I told you I failed the surveillance course twice.”

Naomi Katsuki had been back in the States less than two weeks when she was reassigned to conduct surveillance on Dr. Marshall Salt.  Reading his profile had been an emotional roller coaster, “PhD in Astrophysics,” Great, I get to follow around some ancient university professor.  “28 years old,” Well, he looks pretty good for a scientist; those intense brown eyes are mesmerizing.  I wonder if he is wearing contacts or just has 20-20 vision.  Then she read the three line title of his dissertation, and the list of publications on spectrographic analysis of asteroids, Oh my god, I can’t understand a word he’s writing.   Then after reading an op-ed piece he had written for Time magazine about next generation space travel, Okay, a really smart nut case.   As she read his family profile, A very rich and very smart nut case.  Probably a spoiled brat.  No wonder he’s so far off the reservation.  She paused, Sister died when she was sixteen of unknown causes.  Mother committed suicide eight months later.  Well certainly not a bed of roses.  In eight years, Marshall had traveled extensively with his longest stint for two and half years at the Dyer Observatory at Vanderbilt University while earning his baccalaureate degree.   After that, he had spent a year at the Keck Observatory in Hawaii, a year at the US Naval Academy Observatory on a civilian internship, another internship in the Canary Islands, then back to Arizona, the a short stint in Chili, and now New Mexico.  Well, it least I shouldn’t get bored in one spot too long, she sighed.

“This isn’t rocket science, Naomi,” Mr. Smith chided.

Naomi paused, “Was that supposed to be a joke?  Never mind.  I think he caught me today.”

“How so?”

“He was talking openly with his buddies…” Naomi started.

“Buddies?” John Smith queried sarcastically.  “If you’re reporting, report.”

“The target went to Salt Industries headquarters in Chicago.  He was inside the corporate offices for a little over an hour.  I assume, but do not know, that he met with his father as there is no evidence that he has any other connection with the corporation.  He took the L train to O’Hare Airport.  I did not see him talk to anyone on the train.  He was absorbed into something he was reading.”

“What was he reading,” Mr. Smith perked up.

“I don’t know.  It wasn’t a newspaper or magazine.  Some sort of report I assume,” Naomi responded.

“You need to get closer,” Smith admonished.

“I tried that, and I think I got caught.  Anyway, he boarded a flight for Salt Lake City.  The flight was full, and I had to use my credentials to bump someone from the flight.”

“Hmmmm….” Was all that Mr. Smith said.

“He did not speak to anyone on the flight after I boarded.  There is a five minute lapse between his boarding and my boarding.  In Salt Lake he rented a car at the airport and drove straight to a dump called the Red Iguana.  I was able to follow him there… she paused.  I had to use credentials again, to get to a car in time to follow him out of the airport.  I was able to tag his car before entering the restaurant.  The only seat in that section of the restaurant was right next to him.  So as you would recommend I got a lot closer to him.  And that is when things fell apart.”

“Continue,” Smith advised guardedly.

“Doctors Justin Nelson and Blake Hilst, previously identified entered the restaurant.  They were talking quite openly about the target’s visit to Chicago, and something about distribution of profits when the target leaned up, looked around, then leaned in closer and began whispering.  They changed the topic to video games or something.”

“What makes you think he identified you?” Smith queried.

“Well he brushed against my arm immediately prior to changing the topic,” she admitted.

After a short pause Mr. Smith commented, “It is good to be a bit skittish in your assignment.  Did he see your face?”

“No…. certainly not then.  I had my back to him.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it then.  More likely he was discussing confidential information and realized that he was in a public place,” Mr. Smith concluded.  “Where is he now?”

“The target and two companions went north.  I hung back, but they were easy to track.  They traveled to the ATK-Thiokol engine testing facilities.  They were on premises for three hours, and then went to Brigham City, where they checked into a local hotel.  And, no I have not placed a bug in their room.  Once they entered, they have not exited.”

“Probably won’t get a chance tonight,” Smith agreed.  “Get some sleep, and pick up in the morning.”

“One other thing.  I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one following them,” Naomi added.

There was a long pause on the other end of the line, enough so that Naomi Katsuki wondered if Mr. Smith had disconnected.  Finally, she heard him slowly exhaling, “What makes you think that someone else is following them?”

“Well, it could be a coincidence, but a car that was parked at the Red Iguana is in the parking lot at the same hotel.”

“Are you sure?” John Smith demanded.

“Absolutely.  It is a gray late model Impala, but the license plate caught my eye at the restaurant; obviously a rental with Oregon plates.  The reason it caught my eye is that the numbers are the same as by birthday.”

“Shit,” Mr. Smith invoked, “Not likely a coincidence in a small Utah town.  This was supposed to be a casual surveillance….. I’ll have a team fly in tomorrow.  They should be at the airport by… she could hear rapid typing in the background, then more cursing, then more typing.  Finally, Mr. Smith reported, I will have a team arriving from Mexico City via Los Angeles on Delta.  They’ll be in at two o’clock.  Meet them at the airport.  Meanwhile, keep your distance, but try to ascertain what who else is involved in this.”

“That doesn’t make sense.  How can I do both?”

“Just make it work,” Mr. Smith abruptly ended the call.

Naomi didn’t fall asleep until after three o’clock in the morning.  Every noise in the hallway made her jump.  Twice she left her room, four doors down from Marshalls, checking the stairways and the parking lot for activity.  There was none.

At six o’clock in the morning she jumped out of bed.  The alarm had sounded on her tracker, that the Marshall Salt’s car was moving and had passed out of the two mile range of the local radio signal, and was shifting to satellite tracking.

At first she panicked and raced to the door of her hotel room.  Then she stopped.  Close but not too close, she reminded herself.  And decided to take a quick shower, and get into some fresh clothes.  I stink, she realized as she pulled of her soiled blouse.

Haumeah Covers arrive

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Aloha – I received three versions of the cover art for Haumeah, volume 4 of the Demeter series this morning.  I’ve asked the designer to enlarge the back cover description text, but am otherwise satisfied with the cover.

The back cover reads (in case you can’t make it out :o):

William Ryder credited with saving Demeter from an alien invasion; building an alliance with the PerSians and now determined to set the Orion Spur free from the Ten Thousand Years War.  The first step to his plan is to build an alliance with the hostile mining world of Haumeah, that also supports the second of three way-stations between the Persean and Sagittarian Arms of the Galaxy.  But before that he has to face three unexpected challenges.  Returning to Earth he has to learn how to drive a car, meet Cynthia’s father, and make a life altering decision.

What do you think?  Does it draw you in?  I expect to have to book up and available on Amazon two weeks.

In other news, the final book in the series is in editing.  I think I may be changing the title.  The anthology for the Demeter series is also awaiting editing.  But I’m also starting work on a new stand alone novel.  More about that later.  I’ll share how I’m progressing on that one as I move along.  It is nice to get back to writing after two years of editing five books lol.


Finalizing a cover for Haumeah – New Science Fiction

Aloha – Sometimes developing cover art for a book is as challenging as editing.  I have been working for two months via email with the person who has done the covers for the first three books in the Demeter series, for book 4:  Haumeah.  It helps me better understand the challenges of the whispering game :o)

We’re finally to a satisfactory cover.  It’s not exactly what I had in mind, but we’re up to close enough.  Of course when a graphic artist is trying to visualize a story from perhaps half a chapter of information it makes sense that we would sometimes have challenges; especially when my artistic abilities in art are trying to make a stick figure.

The following was what I sent the artist on the third iteration:

Let’s see.  (1) the domes are grounded inside the asteroid.  (2) there are ways to walk between the domes, but they are buried.  It actually comes up at one point where the locals find it humorous that visitors have to keep suiting up to move between the domes, when they actually have tunnels.  These would not be visible from the surface.

Scale seems to be a challenge here, so let me make some assumptions that might help:
1.  Assume that the interior of the asteroid is pretty much hollowed out although not evenly, so there would be rocky crags and so forth, but basically empty space.  
2.  There is no atmosphere, so the domes are a necessity
3.  Think about the interior of the asteroid as about the size of Idaho, in other words a couple of hundred miles inside the asteroid
4.  the domes themselves within that scale are mostly bunched adjacent to each other.  Most domes would be about a mile or so in diameter.  The Capital dome itself would be three to four times larger than the other domes. 
5.  All told there are a dozen larger domes plus the capital dome.  There would be several others in the general proximity of the capital, but probably no more than two dozen.  
Does that help?

I will say this for the artist, she is diligent and patient with me.  The close enough art work is satisfying if not exactly what I had in mind.

We’re up to the verbiage for the back cover.

 In book 4 of the Demeter series, William Ryder credited with saving Demeter from an alien invasion;  building an alliance with the PerSians and now determined to set the Orion Spur free from the Ten Thousand Years War.  The first step to his plan is to build an alliance with the hostile mining world of Haumeah, that also supports the second of three way-stations between the Perseus and Sagittarius Arms of the galaxy.  But before that he has to face three unexpected challenges.  Returning to Earth he has to learn how to drive a car, meet Cynthia’s father, and make a life altering decision. 

I expect to release Haumeah on Amazon within the next two weeks.

Meanwhile, if you have not had a chance to read any of the Demeter series, the first three volumes are available as e-books on Amazon.  You can read the first couple of chapters for free :o)  Doc

Three fun science fiction novels available this weekend

The first three books in the Demeter series are available this weekend at Amazon for Kindle readers for less than a dollar.  The novels follow the progress of young William Ryder from self-conscious Earthling to strategist to save the dwarf planet, Demeter.  Life isn’t all serious though, he has to cope with his crazy sister Debbie and Cynthia Flores along the way.  Enjoy a fun weekend of reading, Doc

March Madness – Demeter- All books 99 cents the rest of the Month of March

Aloha – Volume four in the Demeter series, Haumeah, will be released in the next few weeks.  In celebration, all books by Doc Hansen will be on sale for 99 cents for the rest of this month.  The first book in the series is Demeter, followed by Return to Demeter, and Defending Demeter.  These three books complete the first story arc of the series.  Haumeah and Orion’s Spur (release later this year) will wrap up the five book series.  Meanwhile, get your copy of the first three books this week at Amazon in Kindle edition.

Best wishes and good reading,


Checking out dwarf planet Ceres

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Aloha – In my continuing interest on developments on the space probe approaching dwarf planet Ceres, I thought y’all might me interested in comparative size.  Considering the amount of water expected to be found on Ceres it is surprisingly small.  We are getting better pictures of Ceres every day now as NASA’s Dawn space craft draws nearer.  Check out the photos at

Meanwhile, returning to the fictional alter-ego of Ceres, Demeter.  Ryder’s first observations of the asteroid reads as follows:

Demeter looked like a small planet.  Although Ryder knew from their studies, that it only had a diameter about half the size of the Earth’ moon.  So, it would be better to think of it as a large asteroid.  It was basically round, although it looked slightly stretched like a very flat egg.  The surface was heavily potmarked.  In fact, there seemed to be craters inside craters and then more craters.  It was very uninviting increasing Ryder’s foreboding and concerns.

Debbie had wangled her way into the cockpit with the flight crew, who had remained noticeably absent throughout the flight.  Debbie and, surprisingly, Rebecca had shown a keen interest in the cockpit, and had both spent hour after hour with the flight crew.  Ryder now heard Debbie’s voice over the intercom.  “Everybody, its time to buckle up.  We’re going to change speeds several times over the next few minutes as we prepare to land.”

The good news was that with Debbie gone, Ryder had a chance to talk with Cynthia more and more.  Ryder remembered Cynthia’s response, when he had asked her about their adventure.  “So, what do you think?”

“I’m excited.  I think this is going to be even more interesting than a year in Europe.  I want to investigate their medical advances.  I’ve always planned to go to medical school.  Imagine what this could mean if they’re as advanced as Miss Li says they are.”

Ryder had thought about that several times since.  Cynthia being excited about being on Demeter tended to reduce his anxiety.  A year with Cynthia anywhere sounded exciting wherever they were.  But Cynthia knew exactly what she wanted, and what she hoped to get out of the experience.  Even Debbie seemed to know what she wanted, even if it did change every ten minutes.  But what did he want to get out of the experience?

As they approached the planet, things seemed to get bumpy.  They sure were bouncing a lot.  Ryder something had gone wrong with the ship when he heard Debbie’s voice over the intercom, “But, I’m doing fine.  I think I can finish bringing her in.”  Then a fatherly voice firmly stating, “I’m sure you can, but I need the practice myself to keep my certification.”

Things got a lot smoother after that, as they approached an area, that appeared manmade, perhaps a gate.  Ryder saw the ‘gate’ start to slide open, but then lost the view as they drew closer and closer.  The doorbell sounded again, “It sure is getting obnoxious every time they want to make an announcement,” Ryder thought, “I’m glad I’m getting off this thing.”  The pilot, Jonas White, advised everyone to make sure all their valuables were stowed properly, as they were about to make another shape shift to a condensed form that allowed entry into the locks.  The interior started making minor modifications, and Ryder quickly noticed that all the windows were disappearing as the seats were shifting into an interior facing oval.  The last thing Ryder saw before the windows disappeared was a tunnel.  It looked like a mine shaft with metallic, rather than wooden girding, but mostly rock.  “Great!  A year inside a mine shaft he thought, despondently.

Thoughts on global warming – Start with a really, really big stick

Aloha – I have had a story bouncing around inside my head for several years now that has been trying to escape.  It is not typical of the story I want to write as I prefer looking at an optimistic future and like the young adult or middle school science fiction genre as my forum.  Global warming fact or fiction?  I was an early skeptic on the whole global warming fad.  After all, the best known spokesperson, Al Gore, is a major energy waster in my opinion.  So credibility sunk before he even spoke.

A couple of years ago I was on a trip with my sweetheart to Banff National Park in Alberta, Canada.  If you have never visited, it remains one of my favorite destinations.  Every direction, every place you stop could be a stand alone postcard of nature and beauty.  Another benefit is that I’m not too worried about Ebola or Malaria or …  One day we chose to drift into Jasper National Park which is just north of Banff.  We drove up to the ice fields on the tri-continental divide.  This is an very interesting place for a very short visit for us novices (and helped set the stage for the ice fields of Demeter in Return to Demeter).  The ice fields were surrounded by glaciers.  To get onto the ice fields you had to travel by an enclosed tractor RV.  The fields were well marked and you had to stay inside the boundaries as there were places you could fall through the ice and fall up to a thousand feet.

My wife observed that the ice fields had been 1200 feet thick when she was a girl, but now they are only 1,000 feet thick and shrinking.  The ranger started his spiel and I was ready to hear another story about how we humans were causing global warming.  Imagine my surprise when he started by telling us that in fact the Earth is going through a normal 35,000 year cycle of global warming.  This is caused by the Earth’s odd long-term orbits around the Sun.  He added that we were approaching the cycle where or orbits were nearest the Sun, and therefore we were approaching the apex of global warming, which would gradually turn to global cooling and another ice age (large or small to be determined).

It was at this point that I realized that global warming is the responsibility of mankind.  We have thumbs. We are inventive.  And by now we should have been smart enough to create a really, really long stick so we could push ourselves a little further away from the Sun.  (Ignore the fact that our stick would burn up if we were to use the Sun itself as our lever.  After all we could use a passing asteroid, or perhaps Venus.

I do not disagree that mankind has the capability of influencing the climate (especially regarding pollution) to some degree.  But, I am not arrogant enough to think that not building oil refineries will eliminate the volcanic ash of the next major volcano eruption.  One of those caused a minor ice age in Europe a few centuries ago.

Anyway, it would make an interesting story to address the two sides of this to an extreme.  Think I’ll start on that later this year.