I got the honour to chat with this actor, director and author about his 70 years in the entertainment business. And of course, his iconic role as Cigarette Smoking Man in the X Files.
Get ready to meet the aliens that are returning to Alpha Earth.
In 2040, a spaceship lands in Jamaica with six aliens aboard—two from Beta-Earth, four from Cerapin-Earth. Four of the aliens have the same father, “The Blind Alien” from our planet, Alpha-Earth.
Twenty years in the future, the aliens will encounter a planet decimated by the effects of global warming and the devastating waves of weaponized plagues released by the Everlasting Caliphate, the largest network of Islamic terrorists ever assembled.
After decades of all this destruction, how will Alpha-Earth react to the news we are not alone and that other earths worship other gods unknown on our planet? How can we repress the news even after hundreds of Jamaicans share videos of the historic landing all over the world? How can the aliens find a place for themselves when they become hunted fugitives on the run in the American wilderness?
In this stand-alone addition to the Beta-Earth Chronicles, meet an entirely new cast of characters. Join them as they escape human persecution across the former United States in a surprising and deadly chase. Who will give them shelter and protection from a frightened planet?
About The Author:
Dr. Wesley Britton is the author of four non-fiction books, Spy Television (2003), Beyond Bond: Spies in Fiction and Film (2005), Onscreen and Undercover: The Ultimate Book of Movie Espionage (2006), and The Encyclopedia of TV Spies (2009).
Starting in fall 2015, his science fiction/ mystery/ espionage series, The Beta-Earth Chronicles debuted with the ground-breaking The Blind Alien. Throughout 2016 to 2019, six sequels followed including The Blood of Balnakin, When War Returns, A Throne for an Alien, The Third Earth, and Alpha Tales 2044. Alpha Tales was his first collection of Beta-Earth short stories, Behind Alien Lines, followed. One more volume is in the works as new stories are coming out regularly.
Britton earned his doctorate in American Literature at the University of North Texas in 1990. From 2007 to 2015, he was co-host of online radio’s “Dave White Presents” broadcast over KSAV.org. For DWP, Wesley contributed interviews with authors, musicians, actors, and many entertainment insiders.
Wesley taught English at Harrisburg Area Community College until his retirement in 2016. Blind due to the progressive genetic disease retiniteous pigmentosa. Wesley served on the Board of Directors for Vision Resources of Central Pennsylvania for 14 years. He has been writing book reviews for sites like BlogCritics.org and BookPleasures.com for many years.
The Blind Alien won the 2020 Recommended Read award from Author Shout.
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“Fiction based on imagined future scientific or technological advances and major social or environmental changes, frequently portraying space or time travel and life on other planets.”
Check Dr Wesley’s hard- sci-fi short story, The Fates Of Evil Men. Available on Amazon for just 99c.
It’s nearly 40 years in the future. Planet Earth has been decimated by both climate change and horrific biological weapons. The U.S. has divided into four countries giving many states independence from Washington D.C.
Captain Mary Carpenter has to investigate the hideous murder of an Islamic informer to her Dallas, Texas police department. There are two roads she must explore.
Was it Islamic followers of the Holy Allah Movement taking out a traitor to their cause? Or was it the Tex-Zis, the Texas-Nazis wanting to purify their state of all non-whites?
Either way, the danger of an incurable skin-splitting virus threatens Dallas. Can Mary Carpenter stop the cold-blooded mass killers?
Spy-Fi fans should enjoy Wes Britton’s new short story, “The Alien Who Never Was.” (Spy fans likely know what the title alludes to.) This tale of espionage on Beta-Earth is ready for your hungry Kindle at–
“If you know where your enemy is going to attack from, that is a great advantage to you, is it not?”
“An immense advantage.”
But what if that advantage is a clever ruse dreamed up by a half-alien using a trick he learned from the history of his father’s home planet? Throw in a diverting sexy spy to spice up the action and you get “The Alien Who Never Was,”
“The Blind Alien is a story with a highly original concept, fascinating characters, and not-too-subtle but truthful allegories. Don’t let the sci-fi label or alternate Earth setting fool you–this is a compelling and contemporarily relevant story about race, sex, and social classes.”
Still priced at just 0.99c for the ebook.
The epic opens when Malcolm Renbourn, a young history teacher, walks into an ordinary bank on an ordinary day. Suddenly, he feels excruciating pain. Unexpectedly, he loses his sight and discovers he has been drawn against his will across the multi-verse to a slave-holding country on a parallel earth. He doesn’t understand a single word he hears, but he soon comprehends that he is the focal point in the quest to end a plague that kills three out of four male babies their first year on Beta-Earth.
Branded state property, he must escape, but where can a blind man in a strange world dominated by desperate scientists run? And on a world where polygamy is the norm, how can Malcolm Renbourn adapt into becoming the husband of five independent wives who never expected to be the mothers of a generation a planet hopes to carry the genes that will change everything? And that’s just part of the story.
Excerpt from The Wayward Missiles. Hard-scifi by Wesley Britton.
Available on Amazon 99c
The following scene was culled from the short story, “The Wayward Missiles” set during the Alman Civil War. We see Larakey Rimudas, the leader of a Kirip resistance cell, and Jolcolm Renbourn, the half-alien son of the “Blind Alien” from Alpha-Earth, hunting missile parts the Almans are manufacturing to create new and more deadly weapons.
Less than an half-hour later, Larakey, Jolcolm, and their company laid low in the brush along a gravel road where a giant tree had fallen across the gravel. Waiting for the Alman transports was now a matter of quiet patience.
As their wait continued for longer than they expected, Jolcolm speculated, “It could be that they have finished their move. We may be too late to grab a missile from them.”
Larakey softly replied, “There will be another. We know at least one transport is on the move. Patience is our only weapon right now.”
“While we have this time to burn, there’s something I want to ask you, Larakey, something important, regarding your daughter, Hiqqa.”
“You’d like her to be your first wife. I think everyone knows that, young Renbourn. On one finger, I like that idea. On another, what would happen to Hiqqa if you are killed? Her heart would be shattered.”
“All I can do is try to get killed not.”
“That is a good thing to hope for. So we can resume this conversation when the fighting is over.”
Suddenly, the company heard the motor of an Alman truck pulling up in front of the fallen tree.
The rebels saw one soldier run up to the passenger side of the driver’s cabin, get orders to move the obstruction, and saw five Almans go up to move the tree while two others guarded the truck from one side of the road, two others did the same on the other.
But, very quickly, the tree-movers realize they needed more muscle to dislodge the tree. So one soldier from each side of the road abandoned guard duty to help out.
Nah Olot, not the only rebel feeling itchy trigger-fingers, whispered to her commander, “Larakey?”
Jolcolm whispered with conviction, “We can take them.”
Again Larakey ordered, “Wait. One more minute.”
The Almans moved the tree a foot or so, but that was not nearly enough clearance. So they called for the two remaining guards to help.
The guards shouldered their chrons and headed for the tree. As their sergeant commanded everyone to “Lift!”, the twenty rebels stormed out of the bushes and trees and mowed down all the Almans they could see.
Nah Olot ran behind the truck and stopped, his chron pointed into the covered bed. He paused, a big smile forming on his face.
At the same time, Jolcolm stood at the commander’s window, his chron pointed at the commander’s head. Flancono covered the driver on the other side of the truck.
Jolcolm ordered the commander to come out quietly, and the haughty woman complied.
“You make a big mistake,” the commander said. “My Colonel expects this truck soon. If it arrives not on schedule . . .”
Smiling, Jolcolm replied, “Take off your clothes.”
“What? I will do no such thing. I am an officer of the Alman Land forces . . .”
In response, Jolcolm fired a dart between the commander’s feet. The commander started undressing.
While Jolcolm watched the Luntaist, Larakey stepped up to the back of the truck, several of her soldiers joining her.
Her eyes widened with disbelief when she saw Nah Olot in the back of the truck next to stacks of pravine cases. He popped a bottle open and took a big chug.
Looking at Larakey’s face, Nah Olot observed, “It seems we have captured their pravine provisions!”
While most of the soldiers let loose with a big cheer as Nah Olot began passing around bottles, Larakey’s shoulders slumped as she turned away. If she didn’t fear being seen, she wanted to cry with disappointment and torment. All those corpses lying in the road over pravine? War was such an abominable waste. She would never forget her decisions this day. Would her sleep ever be peaceful again?
Near the front of the pravine truck, the Luntist commander dropped her pants and stood rigidly in her underpants and not much else.
Nodding with acceptance, Jolcolm instructed “Now, run!”
The Alman started running in the direction the truck was heading before Jolcolm stopped her and ordered her to run back where the truck had come from. As she ran past the back of the truck where the exhilarated Kirippeans were enjoying their unexpected bounty of potent drinks, she got a rousing round of cheers, laughter, and applause.
Larakey approached Jolcolm and told him what the truck contained. She complained, “No missile parts, no secret components, just pravines. Those bodies up there died for pravines!”
Jolcolm looked intently into Larakey’s eyes, knowing what he would find. That haunted expression of those who had made important judgment calls that resulted in catastrophe.
He had known that expression all his life – his family had been at the center of more than their share of earth-shaking events.
So he knew he should speak of things much less intense than slaughtering Almans to distract Larakey. “From what I hear back there, the troops are enjoying this cargo. And, at least, we have another truck. We need to get it off this road and around that tree. Could be a major pain considering the difficulties the Luntaists had with it.”
Suddenly his ears perked up and he stood stock still. “Listen,” he advised as he heard a distant whistle in the sky. Both Larakey and Jolcolm were innvigorated by the sound, both knowing what it meant.
Larakey cried, “Come with me!” The pair raced up the hill on the one side of the road.
At the hill’s top, Larakey looked up and pointed, “There!”
A beam or so away, a missile zoomed through the sky. But, it looked like it was wobbling as it swerved to the left and fell to the earth in a fast descent. After it disappeared behind some distant trees, Jolcolm and Larakey wore puzzled expressions. For there was no explosion.
“It exploded not,” Jolcolm mused.
With enthusiasm, Larakey replied, “Let’s go find it! Hurry!” They dashed back down the hill to the truck.
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Kalma: Alnenia turned her cran to one side and looked thoughtful. “It’s the fourth day,” she said to herself. “It is finally seeming to work.” Her face told that she had come to a decision. “Yes, it is the time for truth.” She sat back and smiled. “Know you anything,” she asked, “about the Ming-ti plant?”
“No, I know not,” I told her cold. “What is the Ming-ti plant?”
She picked up a skol-stick and tapped it nervously on her desk. “It really should be Doret or Elsbeth to explain it. What I know, they told me. The Ming-ti plant is a heaf that grows not natural on the Old Continent. It’s one Doret ordered seeds for from
Menzia. It’s a powerful, ah, ah, well, when its leaves are dried and cooked into foods as spices or ground into powder and put into nectars, it, ah, ah,” she smiled broad, “considerably enflames our natural drive to be speared. It creates a strong need, very strong, in women for a man-stalk bonding. In your case, the results should be very, very interesting.”
“Interesting!” I thundered. “You’ve poisoned me and call that interesting! What mean you?”
Alnenia looked hurt and shook her head. “Poisoned? Oh no, there is
nothing toxic in Ming-ti. The only possible trouble you could have is, well, if you were unable to act on the stimulus inside you. But,” her smile returned, “your acting on it is the point. It is long past time for Malcolm to part your legs with full thrusts in between.”
I stood and paced before her desk. Questions filled me, and the first was obvious.
“Have you others taken this Ming-ti?”
“No,” Alnenia admitted. “We knew nothing of it until Doret spoke of it after our visit to the Mother-Icealt. None of us, ah, have ever needed the stimulus. We thought of experimenting with it, naturally. For Doret, she’d probably only need a very small amount. Then again, all Malcolm has to do is reach his hand up her tunic, play with her nipples, and irresistible shockwaves, well, you know. Or soon will.”
She laughed. “Joline is about your body weight although not as strongly built or muscled.” She laughed again. “But, then again, you’d only have to show Joline the plant, tell her of its purpose, and its effect would be complete on sight.”
I stared at her. “So, how much of this Ming-ti is in my blood?”
Her eyes lit up. “That’s what is extraordinary! Very, very extraordinary! Again, Doret can better answer your questions. Normally, I understand, one meal only is sufficient. You’ve —.” She paused and looked at me in wonder.” You should, by now, be unable to do anything else but think of being speared. I’m tempted to alert Yil and tell him to clear all males out of —.”
“You’ll do no such thing!” I exclaimed with full power, pulling her door open. “I am sufficiently disciplined and self-controlled to fight this poison! I will go find Doret and find a cure for this mean trick!”
Book 2 of the fabulous Beta Earth Chronicles by Wesley Britton
Okay, so it was never going to be as good as the first. The first film was fresh, new and had the witty one liners from the brilliant Will Smith. And although he was missing from the film, they did have familiar faces playing the same character roles. Unfortunately, some are only cameo roles as they get killed off early.
The special effects were great, if not some a little over done. What you didn’t get is the feeling of doom, as you did in the first film. Yes, the aliens are back. Yes, the world is going to end. But it was so similar to the first movie, that it felt like they were just going through the motions. There was no grabbing onto the edge of your seat, very few witty one liners and it was all too familiar.
That’s what brings me to the cringey part of the film. The same ‘they will not take away our independence’ speech, the same one manned plane, taking out the alien mother ship, the same tentacle grabbing alien wrapping around a person’s throat to enable it to speak, was all replayed.
The most memorable part of the film, was being allowed to see the aliens close up, especially the actual mother/queen. And the film ended on a high note, hinting that there could be a number three, or even a whole bunch of other films, running off the original story.
It was an enjoyable film, but for the fans of the first film, don’t expect too much.
Independence Day – Resurgence gets a **** 4 out of 5 from me
Do you believe in U.F.O’s?
Have you ever, or do you know someone who has seen a UFO?
Are we alone?
Three simple questions. It’s the answers that can be debatable.
Do you believe in a UFO?
So yes, there could be an object flying in the sky that you may not be able to identify.
Have you ever seen a UFO?
Why are most UFO sightings in America? Do aliens from another planet think America is the capital of the world ( I ‘m sure certain presidents that do.)
I’ve seen mysterious flashing lights in the sky, but haven’t given it a second thought. I like watching a good Sci-fi movie with the best of them, but how close are they to the truth?
Are we alone?
Well, we all know from scientific evidence that there is life on other planets. If Earth could house this abundance of life, whose to say that in another solar system, universe or galaxy, there are not other planets that can sustain life forms. Do they look like lizard men, or jellied blobs? Who knows. I guess we have to leave that to the imagination of the movie studios.
So what are your thoughts?
Have you ever seen a UFO?
What’s your favourite sci-movie?
Does area 51 exist? Is there a conspiracy to hide the truth?
- Check Out This U.F.O. Caught Flying Over Seoul, Korea [VIDEO] (now100fm.radio.com)
- “Flying Saucers” Come From The Other Worlds? (socyberty.com)
- UFO Sighting in the U.K. – February 2012 (talesfromthelou.wordpress.com)