Jolie Mason shares Brother Mine

Brother Mine by Jolie Mason

The Basics:

Title: Brother Mine

Release Date: May 31, 2016

Genres: Scifi Romance

Heat Level: Sensual Romance

Word count: 51, 977

Editor: AM Manay

Author: Jolie Mason

Cover Design: Hayley Faye, FayeFayedesigns

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Will be available in ebook and paperback.

Mal Renata was born with the proverbial silver spoon in her mouth, but it never stopped her from becoming the voice of the Braxian people. As an activist fighting off mankind’s inevitable slide into cruelty and prejudice, she wants to stop the Scourge bill from becoming law, but how can she do that, if the bill’s supporters keep dying? Public outcry wants someone to pay, so she intends to give them someone.

Until she tracks down, Adame Sacha, a Braxian freedman and one of the notorious Brother Assassins, she thinks the brotherhood is her problem. Instead, she finds they may be the best allies she could hope for. Together, she and Adame search for those who are eager to profit from the suffering of the Brax, and they track their prey in a world where lives are held cheaply, but death is expensive.

They may be able to elude the dangers of his world for awhile, but they can’t run from the attraction to each other.  No matter what their differences.

“Where's your boss?"

The brother before her nodded to the space behind her, and gracefully moved to stand, allowing her room to stand as well, though not as gracefully. "What the hell did you give me?"

"A simple sedative. That is all."

She rubbed the back of her neck. "Yeah, well, it feels like a fifth of whiskey."

"I apologize for your discomfort."

Taken aback, she looked closely at the man. He towered over her and had the lean build of all his kind, but he was dressed as a freedman. Soft, comfortable jacket, trousers and the bands on his shirt that indicate he was not owned or allowed to be owned. There would be two tattoos on each arm underneath as well, to prevent his enslavement. It was a rare thing to meet a Braxian freedman.

"You are a most fortunate man. How long have you been free?"

Surprise jumped to his dark, blinking eyes. "Ten Standard, Suran."

Her lips tightened. "There is no need for sarcasm."

"Pardon?" A slight smile touched his lips.

"Does suran not mean 'most honored one'?"

"It does indeed. It is a term of respect."

She put her hands on her hips. "For royalty that no longer exist. I know sarcasm. I speak it fluently in multiple Languages. You just called me princess in a condescending tone and patronized me, thinking I wouldn't notice."

Jolie Mason lives, works and plays on the mighty Mississippi in the infamous New Madrid, Missouri. Coming home again has allowed her time to write and chase the dream she's always harbored in her heart, making people smile with fairytales.

Jolie has been a fangirl to almost every scifi franchise out in her lifetime, and follows every possible scifi romance author out there. Nothing has ever captured her attention like scifi, and she's put all that day dreaming to good use.

She began publishing Home in the Stars in 2015, and has since added a novella series called the 47^th Lancers to that number.  Jolie is currently working on two brand new scifi series, including the Brother Assassins.

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Veronica Scott shares her latest Sci-fi-Rom: Lady of the Star Wind

One of my favorite Sci-Fi Rom Authors, Veronica Scott is on my site, sharing yet another fabulous novel with us.

Excerpt:

   Over the years, countless dialects and alien languages had been hypno implanted in his brain for clandestine missions, but he’d never forgotten Outlier, his mother tongue. Listening to the ebb and flow of the argument, he had no trouble following the nuances, nor identifying the speakers, despite not having heard their voices for two decades.

  Staring at his distorted reflection in the gleaming parquet flooring, he assessed and discarded contingency plans.

        “I told you, Alessandra’s impossible to deal with.” Portuc’s voice hadn’t lost the grating whine capable of setting Mark’s teeth on edge. “She’s a piece of work, astonishingly like her grandmother. The girl always seemed docile, but she’s worse than a gorbeed shrew.”

     Barent’s voice was smooth. “I appreciated your skill in luring Alessandra away from the safety of Throne Planet. Bringing her to Freemarket was inspired planning on your part. My compliments. But I don’t need you any longer.”

    “What are you talking about?” Confusion and the first faint stirrings of fear quavered in Portuc’s voice.

Mark grinned behind the visor. Everyone knew you couldn’t trust the Kliin. It was practically an axiom in the Outlier Empire, had been for centuries. What outcome had Portuc expected when he got tangled in a Kliin plot?

   “I’m not here to pay you off for bringing me the princess,” Barent said, his voice a lazy drawl. “I’m here to rescue her and take revenge on her kidnappers.”

     “I don’t understand.”

   “I’m going to kill the bastards, dear boy, execute them summarily for the crime of kidnapping an imperial granddaughter. I slaughter you and a few of your household guards to give the story a tinge of veracity, take Alessandra home to Throne Planet, the empress rewards me with her granddaughter’s hand and substantial dowry, then I ascend the throne with my reluctant bride—” Barent’s voice broke off. Mark had a mental picture of the man shrugging.  

  He’d heard enough. Barent might toy with poor Portuc a few moments longer, but the duke’s fate was sealed. Alessandra’s was to be equally grim if Mark didn’t take immediate action. Hand to his earpiece, as if listening to new orders, he crossed to the sweeping staircase, ignoring the men he passed. The empress would accept whatever outcome transpired. If Mark brought the errant princess back to her, Ekatereen would pay him and continue to use her granddaughter as a pawn to control the various factions. If Barent succeeded, the empress would acknowledge his guile and accept him as a worthy heir to her throne.

    No one cared what happened to Alessandra.

    Especially not Mark.

    Of course not.

    Even as he had the thought, he knew he was lying to himself.

  Her quarters were on the third floor. Two Kliin soldiers had disposed of Portuc’s hapless men, as evidenced by the bodies piled farther down the hall, and now guarded her door. The men watched him climb the last steps without any visible sense of misgiving. In his stolen uniform and helmet, Mark blended into their company. Not pausing for a second in his easygoing approach, he reached casually under the folds of his coat, thumbed the setting on his concealed weapon to stun, and shot the pair between one step and another. The men crumpled to the carpet without a sound.

   Mark stepped over the bodies. He burned through the lock with a low setting on the blaster, then tried the door. It wouldn’t budge.

  She’d barricaded herself in. Clever, but ultimately futile.

Holstering the weapon first, Mark put his shoulder to the stubborn panel and shoved.

   A moment later he entered the room, moving around the heavy piece of furniture positioned as a pitiful last defense.

   Alessandra stood, straight and imperious, across the chamber from him, her face set in grim lines but showing no fear. Her luminous blue eyes were wide, and she was breathing rapidly, but she faced him with open defiance. A maid cowered behind her.

  “You.” Pointing at the servant with his free hand, Mark gestured toward the door. “Out. This house is about to become a death trap, and the men downstairs won’t leave any witnesses. I advise you to run.”

   Hunching over to make herself less of a target, the woman edged along the wall until she passed Mark and bolted into the corridor.

   Mark stared at the princess, Seeing her again after all these years was like a hallucination. The changes in her face—older, a few lines, but still beautiful by any standard—fascinated him. Annoyed, he realized just being in the same room with her dangerously distracted him from the job.

   “You can tell your master I won’t agree to anything,” Alessandra said in Outlier, voice cold but tremulous.

  “I’m not one of Kliin’s boys.” Mark removed the helmet, setting it on the bureau amidst a clutter of jewelry and trinkets. Catching a whiff of her delicious perfume, the same she’d always worn for him, Mark felt a moment of vertigo. “I’m here to get you out.”

    Eyebrows raised, apparently puzzled by his words, she studied his face.

   Mark moved forward. As if engaged in some macabre dance, she stepped back, one step and then another as he advanced, until her shoulders hit the wall with a thump.

 "Sandy, damn it, it’s me, Mark Denaltieri.” Unaccustomed emotions battering at him, he regretted ever agreeing to this venture. Some things were best left permanently in the past.

    Eyes narrowed, lips thin, she glared at him. “What kind of a fool does Barent Kliin think I am? Or is this some new plot of my grandmother’s?” She grabbed a vase from the table beside her and threw it at him. “Mark is dead.”

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Best Selling Science Fiction & Paranormal Romance author and “SciFi Encounters” columnist for the USA Today Happily Ever After blog, Veronica Scott grew up in a house with a library as its heart. Dad loved science fiction, Mom loved ancient history and Veronica thought there needed to be more romance in everything. When she ran out of books to read, she started writing her own stories.

Three time winner of the SFR Galaxy Award, as well as a National Excellence in Romance Fiction Award, Veronica is also the proud recipient of a NASA Exceptional Service Medal relating to her former day job, not her romances! She recently was honored to read the part of Star Trek Crew Member in the audiobook production of Harlan Ellison’s “City On the Edge of Forever.”

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S.M.Schmitz shares Shadows of the Gods & Liza asks weird questions.

Today, I give you S.M. Schmitz's newest fantasy. In addition, I ask her some really weird and annoying, possibly non-sensical questions just to test her mettle.

WEIRD, STUPID QUESTIONS
CREATED BY SILLY LIZA

Q: Do you ever put demi-gods, people, dogs, or cats that you know in real life in your stories?

A: Ha! Well, it would be pretty cool if I knew some demigods that I could incorporate into my stories. I don’t base any of my characters on anyone else I know – they are entirely made up. The only person I borrow attributes from is myself; most of my protagonists have pieces of my personality written into them.

Q: Do demi-gods let you plan out their lives, or do they just run amuck in your stories?

A: They’re surprisingly well behaved. It’s the gods I have to watch out for!

Q: How do you think the human race will end:  Super Volcanic Explosions, Pole reversals with deadly solar flares radiating humans while the electro magnetic field collapses, Global Warming, Global Freezing, Methane poisoning due to the methane rising from the oceans,  Global war,  the Zika virus, or some other way involving demi-gods?

A: I think what will kill humans will end up killing most mammals, and it will most likely be to abrupt environmental changes that we can’t adapt to.

Q: Exactly how does a half God come to be?

A: Demigods are the descendants of gods and humans and in many western mythologies, the great heroes of these cultures’ legends are demigods. We’re most familiar with Greek heroes like Heracles and Perseus, both of whom were fathered by Zeus. In my retelling of these mythologies, gods’ genes continue to be expressed through generations so a demigod usually has one parent that is fully human and one who is a demigod. In this way, I have been able to trace ancestries of demigods back to gods who have been dead for hundreds of years (quite a few western mythologies also demonstrate a belief that gods could be killed).

Q: Who do you think should run our world: Demi-Gods, Artificial Intelligence, or some idiot with orange hair?

A: Out of those choices, I suppose I would have to go with demigods. I’ve seen Terminator – AI just seems like a bad idea. Demigods are at least partly human so depending on their personalities, they could either work together to solve global problems or end up fighting and destroying the world… I guess that could go into the above question about how the world will end. J

Q: What is the smartest animal on earth?

A: I used to think humans. I’m not so sure anymore. One of my favorite book quotes is from Grasshopper Jungle by Andrew Smith:  “I read somewhere that human beings are genetically predisposed to record history. We believe it will prevent us from doing stupid things in the future. But even though we dutifully archived elaborate records of everything we’ve ever done, we also managed to keep on doing dumber and dumber shit.”

Hmmm...she did pretty good answering the questions, so let's check out her book.....

Shadows of the Gods, the first book of S.M. Schmitz’s newest fantasy and mythology series, The Unbreakable Sword, just released on May 17. Inspired by her love of world mythologies, The Unbreakable Sword series draws heavily on Irish mythology, particularly the legends of the Tuatha Dé. But for those readers unfamiliar with Irish mythology, they may still find some of their favorite mythological characters throughout the series, although they may appear in unexpected ways! Norse, Slavic, Finnish, Aztec, Greek, Mesopotamian, and Egyptian mythologies all work their way into the series, but as is characteristic of so many world mythologies, allies and enemies aren’t always what they seem.

And as Cameron and Selena will learn, in the final Battle of the Gods, no one can be trusted.

As a special introductory price, you can get Shadows of the Gods for only $0.99 until June 1, when the price will increase to $2.99.

Blurb:

 As a powerful demigod, Selena has been running from the gods who control the government agency, the New Pantheon, for the past three years, but now, they’ve caught up to her.

 When they trap Selena in an alleyway in New Orleans, she is ready to admit defeat. But an unfamiliar demigod rescues her, and the more she learns about Cameron, the more she discovers their common bonds may be the key to unraveling her own mysterious history.

 In the first book of The Unbreakable Sword series, Selena and Cameron must not only evade the New Pantheon, which is ruthlessly hunting the remaining gods and their descendants, but an angry Aztec god that wants Selena’s power to himself. And they will discover in the impending final battle of the gods, no one can be trusted.

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S.M. Schmitz has an M.A. in modern European history and is a retired world history instructor. Her novels are infused with the same humorous sarcasm that she employed frequently in the classroom. As a native of Louisiana, she sets many of her scenes here, and like Dietrich in Resurrected, she is also convinced Louisiana has been cursed with mosquitoes much like Biblical Egypt with its locusts.

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Liza wants to share her next sci-fi series

I'm planning, for my 10th book published this year, to reveal the first of a rather long Sci-Fi series called The SkyRyders.

Here's the prologue:

Wars are nothing new for the people on Earth. We’ve been killing each other since we first arrived. However, our next war will alter our world beyond comprehension. The Terror wars began by angry, disassociated people all around the world, who in former lives would have had no voice or way to create serious havoc. Now with the black internet, not only did they have a voice but they could wage coordinated acts of violence beyond our imagination. Joined as a loose net of lunatics bent upon destroying the foundation of civilization, they fought to control or annihilate not just a neighboring country, but the entire world.  

In a single day, their loose net detonated and destroyed every oil site not in their control. Naturally, the countries with nuclear weapons replied by obliterating the lands that the terrorist controlled and their oil sites, since they did not dare allow the terrorist to be the only ones who could fly planes. By the end of the war, no oil was extractable from the ground.

While the war killed billions of people, the damage had a far wider reach.

Each continent had to survive on their own. No longer could products or produce be shipped around the world. Huge waves tossed about sailing ships as if they were toys. The sea levels also rose, reducing the land available for humans and isolating each continent to itself. The United States and Canada and the small portion of Mexico remaining formed into a single entity called The Americas.

Due to the holocaust wreaked upon the planet, strange new wind patterns developed around the world, rather like giant stationary hurricanes.  While initially damaging to homes and buildings, it did provide an ample source of power through giant wind farms to give the Americas electricity and heat. Like the creative first Americans, they made use of the changes, rebuilt their buildings to withstand the winds, and reclaimed their country.

Having no more fuel to fly planes, the army decided their pilots would fly the winds in converted army parachutes. While the winds tended to be only fifty miles an hour at ground level, the speed increased higher up, reaching one hundred to two hundred miles an hour. These circular winds would rotate in massive stationary circles over the Americas.

Needless to say, quite a few soldiers died while they worked out the kinks of how to fly these stationary hurricanes. Eventually, they developed a ‘catcher’ that would allow them to take off and fly with the wind rather like a plastic bag sailing across the horizon. The flyers could convert forward wind into lift by altering the tilt of the flexible, yet strong fabrics of the catcher, rather like an airplane wing, only in this case it was the wind that moved and lifted the Ryder. They could descend in a controlled manner by flattening the panels. And given the winds rotated in a stationary circle, the army could follow the winds to reach any place in their cities. Still, it was a dangerous job, and soldiers died frequently, sometimes from a sniper on the ground but more often from a defective catcher. If a single panel ripped open in flight, it would cause a cascading failure of panels, resulting in the flyer’s death.

However, given the limited jobs, the SkyRyder Corps was in no shortage of those wishing to enroll into their ranks, but they needed quality fliers, which were much harder to find. To entice higher quality Ryders, the job came with excellent health care, something the middle class could no longer afford. Even better, the Corp covered not just the Ryder, but his family as well.

Naturally, the Corp preferred young strong men from the middle class, but they did allow a small percentage of young women to join. To say life was harsh for the female SkyRyders is an understatement, as our little Scavenger is about to learn.

 And here's the cover for book one:

Scavenger's Mission 

by

Liza O'Connor

Blurb

Alisha Kane goes from a wealthy debutante to street girl to scavenger in less than a month after escaping her parents attempt to marry her to one of the wealthiest men in the Americas.

Intending to live with her gramps, she returns to Capital only to discover he’s living in one of the worst apartments in Capital and is near death. She tries to nurse him back to health, but he needs expensive medicine. Denny gets her a catcher so she can teach herself to fly and become a scavenger.

Less than a month later, she’s making good money and her gramps is improving. Then on her way home a weather front causes her to stall out at high altitude. After a near-death fall, she’s ‘rescued’ by a colonel of the SkyRyders.  Upon seeing a video of her flight, he puts his own career at risk by asking the artificial intelligence machine that runs the Corp, the Merit Assessment Computer, MAC, to assess her skills for consideration as a SkyRyder and her life changes forever.

And here are the covers for the next two books in the series:

The later two will be published in 2017

with many more to follow.

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Marybell the organic life form that runs the God's ship wants to take you on the tour. She is very friendly unless you insult her beloved Pane. (She's very protective of him and might dump you out of the ship if you scream upon sight of the furry fellow.) Otherwise, Marybell is a bit sarcastic, sometimes scolding, but in general a very loving person (at least to Pane). Most importantly, she keeps us all alive as we travel through the four books. So let's get started because Marybell has NO patience.

Hello!
I'm Marybell. That's me in the background. I'm an organic ship. In the foreground is Pane. Isn't he handsome? 
He's very clever too. No one who left Earth/Oceana would have survived without my beloved.

THE GODS OF PROBABILITES

We took Drogan and most of the children to a lovely blue water planet which they named Oceania after their former planet.

Drogan befriended one of the two Octopuses in their new water world, which assured their survival. He was most brilliant, even as a little guy.

SURVIVNG OUTBOUND

Next we had to help save a ship of humans headed to a new planet. The journey turned out to be far more hostile than any of us expected. None would have survived if not for my beloved Pane.

SURVIVING TERRANUE

Once the colonists landed they had a great deal of deadly issues to address. Fortunately, the Soul-bond of Three and a giant blue bull named Blue were in charge of the colonists. Upon arrival, Blue declared himself King of their new planet. Since most of the colonists couldn't hear his telepathic voice, the Soul-bond of Three were put in charge of the humans. 

I'm telling you now, no one else could have pulled the settlers together and survived. Upon arrival, the planet seemed perfect with two blue moons and plenty of vegetation. The Sargons warned them that only lasted for two seasons, the other three seasons would bake, freeze and pummel them to death. Fortunately, the Sargons helped them survive. (Sargons looked like King Blue, except a bit smaller and not as enlightened)

King Blue

While the Sargons improved under Blue's guidance, some of the humans actually degraded and became a threat to the survival of the colonists. Dmitri, the male of the Soul-bond of Three, didn't like dealing with some of the people. They were way too whiny. So he passed the job to a bossy fellow who seemed to like the job. 

Surviving Sojourn

The final book is the author's favorite. I like it best as well, but I have to warn you, it's a wild ride. Everything seemed to fall apart at once, and only with great effort, creative use of collapsing universes, and clever thinking did we survive.

The bossy fellow decided he wanted to be the big boss and began to plot ways to 'fire' the Soul-bond of Three, claiming they weren't needed anymore. 

We also had to rescue poor Drogan from a Space Station sewer, only our rules of engagement restricted how many times we could save a particular sentient and we were out of saves for Drogan.  Worse yet, he was critical for saving the Multiverse. 

Fortunately, my clever Pane figured out how to get a pack of Dire Wolves to rescue Pane instead. It's always tricky when dealing with Dire Wolves, but these held up their end of the bargain.

And then things get really crazy and it looks like we nor any sentients in the multiverse will survive. But with all these bright people and my own incredible brilliance, we'll try very hard to save the Multiverses so you can go on with your lives and the author can write more about our doings. 

Thank you for stopping buy and reading to the end. If we ever meet, I will take you to Mars to check out the floating spoon. It is one of Thousand Wonders of the Milky Way Galaxy.

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Cynthia Sax asks What would you die for?

What would you die for?

I believe the answer to that question shows us our true priorities, what we truly think is important. I value freedom. I would fight to protect it. But if I were faced with the choice of a lifetime imprisoned or certain death, I would probably choose a lifetime imprisoned (hoping that I would find some sort of happiness with it).

In contrast, I truly would die to protect my dear wonderful hubby (though I doubt he would allow that). If the choice came down to his life or mine, I would give up my life.

I was watching the season premiere of Containment. In this TV show, a section of a city is exposed to a deadly virus and blocked off.

Some loved ones are in the infected area. These people, if they stay in the infected area, will die. There’s no cure and the virus spreads quickly.

Some loved ones are in the safe area. They will hopefully live long healthy lives.

If you were in the infected area, would you try to escape, knowing you could possibly infect your loved ones and other people? If you were in the safe area, would you try to enter the infected area to be with your loved ones, knowing you will die?

Again, it comes down to… What would you die for? Would you die for your loved ones, put their lives before your life?

In Defying Death, my latest release, Death, the cyborg hero, witnesses a moment between another cyborg and his female that is so touching, so loving; Death is willing to do anything to experience something similar to it. He rebels against his cyborg brethren, dooming himself to death, to find his own female, his own moment of happiness.

Death would die for one moment of happiness, of being loved.

***

Defying Death

 by

Cynthia Sax

He’ll risk it all for one moment of happiness.

Cyborgs don’t show emotion. Death learned that lesson early in his long lifespan. To survive, he hides his fierce passions behind a stoic wall. He calls no warrior friend. He never admits to caring for any being.

Even the human female he’s destined to love.

Tifara is Death’s obsession, his sole opportunity for happiness, to express the all-consuming passion burning brightly inside him. He’ll do anything to obtain the curvaceous medic: defy a direct order, abduct Tifara from her battle station, and wage war on his fellow cyborgs.

To earn her love, he’ll have to risk much, much more.

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Five of the Solomon islands are gone for good.

Five of the Solomon Islands are gone and verified missing. Well, they aren't missing, but to visit them you'll need scuba equipment. You could swim down and stare at the 300 year old trees now laying down. Or sleep in a bed.

The fish will probably be fascinated with their new sites.
The octopus may want to take over the bed, so you probably shouldn't try to sleep there. Besides, scuba diving and sleeping don't work well together.

From my analysis of prior global warming, (yes this has happened many times before), the speed of non-survivable temps occur quickly. In prior global warmings, the increase temp has gradually moved up (which gave animals time to adjust).

But this time is different and I think it is because of humans. And oddly, I believe our presence has slowed the process of global warming, rather than increase it. I know, sounds idiotic, but hear me out.

By Glen Fergus (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

First, let's look at the big picture data. For perspective of past events to current temps.  check out the blue comparitively straight line on the right. That's during human time. Then check out the past.

Please Note: The time line alters it's scale from 100 million to 10 million to 1 million to 200 hundred thousand to five thousand.  So the past is far larger in scale than the tiny portion of time that humans have been around. But basically the blue small squiggle line is Human time.

As you can tell, temps used to be hellish and non-survivable at first. Then matters began cooling down. Slowly to what came before, but please note the temperature swings were way beyond what we could have endured. Clearly, the dinosaurs could deal with the heat better than us. Also notice the giant spikes up and down that occur consistently from the green line on to the blue 200,000 year scale. 

Note how far the blue swings go both top and bottom compared to the far right human period.  This shows the prior global warmings and then freezings. By looking at our comfort zone on the far right, Earth spends far more time in the freezing zone than in the too hot zone. 

To my eye, it appears that in the last 2.5 million years it has only gone dangerously global warm four times. Each and every one has risen and fallen very quickly. Which means our global warming will probably be fast and our freezing will be equally so. There is no survival in this story for mankind.

So why the plateau now?

Here are my thoughts on the matter:

First remember we are just looking at a small slice of the scales size in the other slices of this chart. 

Second, we might be the first sentient creature who puts out fires asap rather than run from them. Large massive fires would have swept across the land in prior situations adding cloud coverage & CO2 to help raise the temp high enough for the methane to rise from the ocean bottom. 

Regardless of how they start: Volcanic eruption, lightening strike, humans, they need to be handled quickly or you get serious CO2  dumped into the atmosphere. Here's a pic from the Canadian fire recently:

http://www.bbc.com/news/world-us-canada-36224767

The Canadians had 150 water drop helicopters fighting this monster, but for awhile it looked unstoppable.  During hotter and dryer conditions, it might very well be unstoppable next time.

So back to my premise: Are humans responsible for global warming? We certainly weren't for all the many events that occurred prior to us existing. In fact, our great desire to put out fires ASAP may be why we've remained on a 'safe' plateau of survivable temperatures so far.

Or the small amount of time that our plateau is on is irrelevant when compared to the other scales on the chart.

Is non-survivable global warming inevitable?

At this point, I think we are very close to the breaking point. From earlier analysis I've done, the trigger actually appears to be methane, not CO2. Once the oceans warm enough to release the frozen methane that lies deep below, I'm pretty sure the game is over. Not only is it posionous to breathe, but it and the CO2 from burning fires will gather in the atmosphere, thus making it first hotter, then it will actually block the sun, resulting in the next deep freeze...something no human could ever survive if it is like the ones before. 

Thus, sending humans into outerspace seems a reasonable action. 

Thank you SpaceX for pressing forward even after several failures. You may be human's only hope.

Sorry for another doomsday blog. But the islands disappearing and the giant Canadian fire prompted me to bring it to you attention. 

But it doesn't mean you have to be sad or worried. You can instead, focus on your family and friends. Be kind to your neighbors. If we are destined to die, then at least we should go out with a positive attitude.