Writing science fiction in the 50's was no easy feat, unless you were Phillip Ascondy. His regular drug induced stupors were largely funded through his convertible snort straw aka his pen. A brilliant writer under the influence of his esteemed narcotics, Phillip's imagination soared above the realm of reality via euphoria's corridor, where he boasted several published articles and short stories. These created a pathway to his final destination, the novel.
Looking at Phillip, you'd have instantly picked up on the signs of self abuse. The putrid scent of an unwashed body. Extreme nail and hair overgrowth. Had Phillip smiled, evidence of poor dental care would have screamed through the gaping holes of his teeth. Phillip was indeed a man of severe unrest.
At the peak of his addiction, Phillip's mental faculty crested any of his former works with the breakthrough of his first penned novel 'Surrogate Espionage'. The debut was modest and controlled with many of its readers suspecting schizophrenia as its driving force. Only those with open minds and possibly a similar addiction could relate to such a far out plot as robots infiltrating the human race. Nonetheless, petty royalties supported Phillip's habit that supported his writing…that supported his habit.
Phillip had officially tapped into a spring of creativity within his tormented mind, a place he often revisited for several more prized novels. Every success spaded the soil of his early grave. He wrote like a man possessed as his psyche began to match the paranoia of his written words.
Even in print, Phillip lived as an author starved - and like the pages of a book, his days were also numbered.
Phillip Ascondy, 54, a published author of several science
fiction articles, short stories and novels, was called unto the Lord
on Friday, October13, 1982. Known for his eccentric ability to
’see into the future’ through his unparalleled writings, Phillip has left
a legacy of fictional creativity for generations to come.
Beloved husband, father and son who will be missed.
Elder Tessa silenced her cell phone and settled into her stadium seat. The theater illuminated from the screen in synchronized harmony to the blast of surround sound. If the film was half as noble as the critics reviewed and wholly as gripping as the novel itself, she would give her approval. Tessa Ascondy watched closely.
Prototype C.O.R.I. (Computer Operated Robotic Intelligence) was summoned to Washington D.C. to transcribe the minutes of a meeting that might forever change the course of mankind. He was also there for demonstration…
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