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Cyber Western Novel


Title:  Hong On The Range

Series:  N/A

Author: William F. Wu

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Publisher:  Lots Cave

Language: English

Length:  81,762 Words

ISBN:  EM1100015


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Hong On The Range

THEY ARE, FOR YOUR INFORMATION, MUCH LIKE HORSITES. SINCE THEY GENERALLY FUNCTION UNDER CONSTANT, DIRECT HUMAN INSTRUCTION, THEY HAVE BEEN GIVEN HIGHLY LIMITED PROGRAMMING...!


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Louie Hong is determined to make his way in the new Wild West. However, as a fully natural human in a world of cyborgs, he has plenty of challenges. He has to explain to the bounty hunters who were after him for robbing a bank, and the outlaw gang that is after him for stealing the loot, that he didn't do any of it, all the while pursuing the real robbers so he can prove his innocence. With luck, and the help of Chuck, his talking, singing cyborg steer companion, Hong seeks to build a home on the range that nobody can take away.



eBook TAGS    Science Fiction, Cyborg, Western Satire, Wild West Parody, Humor, Chinese American, Asian American, Cyber Western















eBook EXCERPT

First I could only see that something large was displacing the tall buffalo grass ahead. Then I reached the spot and found a steerite lying down with his steel legs neatly folded underneath him. They gleamed silver in the sun and his hinged metal tail swished back and forth, its brush swatting the flies that buzzed around the natural hide of his meaty, biological middle. As I pulled my battered hat off by the brim and squinted at the steerite, he turned his steel bovine head toward me, short horns and all.

"Hi, there," I said.

"Hello," he answered pleasantly. He had been programmed with excellent enunciation and a trace of a Boston accent. "Good day to you. Where are you bound?"

I untied my red bandana and wiped off my forehead with it. "I'm going to Femur to look for a job. Pardon my asking, but ... have you lost your herd? What are you doing here?"

"I am merely waiting. Have I lost my herd? More accurately, my herd has been rustled."

"Rustled?"

"I dutifully escaped. None of my comrades succeeded in this endeavor. Since our trail crew ran off, I have no trail boss to whom I must report. Nor am I honor bound to join the herd after it has been rustled."

I nodded toward the mark stamped onto the shining metal base of his tail, where it extended from his natural hindquarters. "Waiting for what? You still have your serial number."

"Oh, yes. I am fully programmed and ready to report to any authority who can restore me to my legal owner."

"Who's that?"

"I don't know. We get basic programming for herding, pasturing, and speech, but little precise data. Of course, we can accumulate information as we go, but no one ever told me the owner's name or where to locate him."

"I guess the trail crew was supposed to get you there?

"Indeed they were, those cowardly louts." He lowered his head modestly. "I am led to believe that my mechanical parts are quite expensive. Not to mention my beef."


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