Review: Legacy of Daddy by Angus H. Day



Author: Angus H Day

Book Title: Legacy of Daddy (Next You Universe Series)

Publication Date Mar 26 2013

Publisher: GMTA Publishing (Imprint: Mythos Press)

Genre: Science Fiction

Erotic Content: Some books have minor sexual content: PG-13 for the sexual content otherwise PG-13








What happens when a Graduate student competes for a PhD in a dystopian society by experimenting with dangerous alien technology? Does humankind need technological help to leave Earth? These and other questions are awkwardly dealt with in The Legacy of Daddy.




The Legacy of Daddy is strong for YA, with a crazy -yet mature appeal, that makes it really easy to let suspension of disbelief kick start us right into the book. The characters, if a bit underdeveloped, are remarkable because they are bizarre yet likeable, and the idea of the alien companion traverses several posibilities, going from a kind of Brandon Sanderson’s Legion approach to one rather like John Zakour’s Zachary Nixon Johnson and his HARV sidekick. The pace is fast but not hectic and the premise, thou simple, is very well presented. In short, the book is fun to read, easy on the mind and provides a kind of smart entertainment that leaves you wishing for more. The one big but? it is too short! I want more!.

Underdevelopment of characters is also not an issue if you consider the book a first person narrative, as it is intended, the focus is on the main character, and everyone else is there just for plot advancement (save, one should note, Robert) Still, if you let go of your expectations, and submerge fully into the ride, you are in for a fun afternoon (the book being so short and easy to read, one gives it an avergae 5 hours shelf life, that is, you’ll finish it in around that time)


Chapter 3: The proper way to talk to oneself.


When I was back in my quarters I responded to the…being.


“We need to have some ground rules. During my relationships, you will find something else to do and give me some privacy. If you continue to be a dickhead I will eventually resort to self-harm to rid myself of your presence. Do you understand?”


“Oh I understand what you want. I’ll see about accommodating you when it suits us. Don’t forget that I can go mental also and you might be impressed by the number of mental ailments to which my species were susceptible. We might even create some new ailment in your species with a little manipulation. In your slang the point is you’re not the boss of me.”


“What do you call yourself, since I’ve never asked?”


“I don’t have a name you would understand, and I don’t care to spend the effort teaching you. However I think we should be called Dr. Abrams. I like that name because it’s simple and will remind you that something has changed forever in your life.”


“Being called by my middle name is going to do all that?”


“I believe it will be enough to behavior-modify you right now.” I opened my eyes and realized I was on my back, on the floor. “What did you do?”


“I did a little neural programming to insure you do something I like, not to worry. Shall we get ready for sleep Dr. Abrams?”


“I think that is an excellent idea.”


When I awoke in the morning I barely remembered arguing with the entity and not what it was about. Hopefully I will be able to recognize when it’s attempting to control me. I cleaned up, dressed and ate breakfast without speaking to a soul. When I was about to enter the lab a tech greeted me, “Good morning Doctor Focsile, how did you sleep?” “Please call me Dr. Abrams; I don’t much care for my last name.” What the hell just came out of my mouth? The tech looked at me like she’d love to pour acid into my cereal and I empathized. I can hear it now, “That guy is a total asshole.” What did I tell Etresca to call me? God, that’s going to eat at me all day now, “Actually, please call me Robert, there is no need to be so formal. I slept fine and you?” Oh my God, I hope that was the save I thought it was. She loosened up and smiled at me again. “I slept fine, thank you for asking?” As she walked away I hoped that my relief of tension had gone unnoticed. I abandoned my gawking perch by the door and moved to my lab bench. I spent the remainder of the day programming nanites to regulate hormones for neural activity. I lost about three hours of work time that I couldn’t remember what I was doing. A new stasis jar with a new batch of reclamators was in front of me on the bench and I had no idea how they had gotten there. “Did you do that?” The asshole did not answer. Since I was so tunneled into my work these days I had set a pad alarm for the end of shift. When it went off I noticed that I had an email from security. It was from Etresca, which gave me a warm feeling inside. Tomorrow can we meet at the air reclamation hydroponics atrium? I will make us a picnic and can you bring desert. Say 1830? Reply: Absolutely. You like chocolate right? That will do. See you then. I remembered to store the nanites I’d been working on in a stasis jar and I closed down for the night. I scooped up my pad and headed for the canteen lounge with a spring in my step. Etresca met me there and we had a lovely evening which ended with a kiss. The next morning I arrived at the lab to find security, including Etresca had taped off the area. There was a shrinking puddle of blood on the floor of the doorway and several forensic types were wandering around the benches looking but not touching, smart guys. “Officers, what has happened here and may I be of assistance?” Etresca’s supervisor I assume answered, “One of your lab techs died here last night and we don’t know yet if it was an accident, suicide or murder. Can you help our forensic guys identify some things, Dr. Focsile?” “Yes, of course and please call me Dr. Abrams I don’t really like my last name.” That little bullshit that is emanating from my mouth is going to get me a reputation. I imagine there will be some restroom wall tags addressing it unless I’m overinflating my importance in people’s lives. I wandered over to the first tech and asked if he had any questions. The tech seemed puzzled by a tray of half eaten food that had been left on the bench. “Do your people normally eat in this lab? I thought this was a quarantine risk lab.”

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