David M. Payne
David Payne is a Vietnam vet who had his eyes opened to the real world there. A news and history junkie from an early age, he has attended UNR and TMCC in Reno, Nevada, off and on for twenty five years and will get his BA in BS (otherwise known as a general education degree) some day in the future. He has pursued an eclectic education in political science, history, economics, anthropology, psychology, art, and other subjects that interest him and are too minute to mention, as well as the general studies required by all students of higher learning. He likes to write on political, economic and religious issues as well as dabble in pointed Science Fiction stories.
An irreverent, mildly satirical look at ending the clash between capitalism, communism, socialism and radical repressive fundamentalist religious theocracies; done in the style of the French philosophers, this essay will give you most of the intellectual tools you need, the author hopes, to finally put communism, socialism and repressive religious fundamentalist theocracies where they belong; in the dustbin of history. In this endeavor the author employs relentless logic, evolution, passion, common sense and an offbeat sense of humor to complete the task.
We have broken the code used to encrypt the files on the history of the virus they call the Mensa Flu...
David Payne takes us to the Middle East for a weekend of mystery, intrigue and sinkholes and Uzis - with the Clash's "Rock the Casaba" playing in the background. With a pulpish flavor a la Jim Thompson we learn a great deal about the origin and evolution of humankind.
Peshawar, Pakistan, there’s no place like it anywhere else, that’s for damned sure. (Short story)
Once upon a time there was this guy named Bob who was omnipotent, omniscient and omnipresent. He was the ultimate authority figure, and the most powerful being in the universe. In fact he created it. . . .
A short story in the science fiction genre which looks at the current situation in the world, with its religious extremism, and where it may all end up.
This is a tale of greed, misused religion and family power run amuck in the future.
The Atlantis worm suddenly appeared on the computers--some of which were not even connected to the Internet--of a carefully-selected group of individuals of interest to the agency, a pop-up window hawking an all-expense paid trip to the Atlantis Resort on Dead Man's Cay. The agency's top secret report describes the astonishing events which transpired for those who accepted the invitation. (Editor's note: Fiction. 11,000+ words.)
It was the year of our Lord 2069, and the early morning was peaceful and serene, with the sun rising and gently drifting in and out of the small fluffy clouds that dotted the turquoise sky. It was glorious to be alive. Rebecca thought of Genesis 1:3-5. She marveled at how true the scripture was for this day, for it was truly good. Yet night would bring terror that she had never known. The day which had begun so peacefully would end in a way so horrible that Rebecca could not have believed it possible. (Editor's note: Fiction. ~10,000 words.)
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