Bob Freeman

Family, politicians, shopkeepers, and general workologists survive the unending cold and vacuum by exchanging rich pieces of asteroid rubble for supplies. No blasters. No FTL drives. No computers blasting fireworks. No physical violence. No sex, except for a little kerfuffle with canines and their pheromones. There are death issues on the Mort Asteroid, but after living on Sol’s rocks, we all die eventually. Gambling, some drinking, passive-aggressive families, lying, stealing, and double-dealing, e.g., normal sentients, mostly nice. But watch your back. Join Captain Graciela and her crew of gentically modified canines, simians, and octopuses for food, fun, and entertainment as they make t...