R. Lauthor could have been born in America during the seventies, and as such, would be pretty old by now, though not as old as Marx. One can assume that he either pursued higher education, or commissioned someone else to write his works, like Shakespeare may or may not have done during his or her own lifetime. It's also entirely plausible that Lauthor harbors an unnatural fascination for outer space and trans-planetary travel since, after all, his first published work de...

Space Lord awakens in orbit around Earth. Plates of metal drift around him, unaware of the fragile man inside the skintight astrosuit whom they avoid. Through an infinite void of silence, he hears the echoes, the shrieks of the planet, the groggy final screams of a species that kept itself blindfolded. Icy sweat beads down his damp forehead. He so wishes he were back asleep. He looks up, and in a blur, feels the scraps of his cruiser’s shredded hull drifting around hi...