From publisher blurb: This short and f#$@in’ sweet bestiary is about every f$%#@r the Command hates: rock and rollers, Free Spacers, Cosmic Satanists, Pacificians, disciples of Elvis Presley, and the gay dudes living and cruising out in Starburn Sector. Stay alive as long as you can, guys, because every day you slide out of your bunk and pull on your boots, you’re pissing off the bastards that run the galaxy. “The most dangerous place in the galaxy for a young human is a rock and roll concert. The Good Datafile teaches that rock and roll is the hymn of hell and we all know that the only sinners Jesus II hates more than furries are musicians. Be not tempted by Satan’s lyrics, nor by the flesh and chrome and display in these concert stages young humans! Satan’s music is a trap. Listen to rock and roll too long, and its infernal lyrics will be the last things you hear, as a Cosmic Satanist carves out your internal organs in sacrifice to Satan Maximus!” - Mega-Sister Lynnette Morgasa Van Tauten, preaching at a rock & roll data-crystal burning in the Manchuria District of Earth “Sorry to interrupt the music, rockers, but we just got word the Command Navy’s moving into assault position above Rest and Be Thankful. Anybody with an armed and space-worthy ship, we can use you to push ‘em back. Even if you’re unarmed, we can use your help evac’n the natives. We’ll protect you as best we can. If you want to help, get in touch with the station and we’ll start assembling our counterfleet. Now, back to the rock….” - Prudence Pussycat Korso, Outlaw Sex Station 09 DJ User note: a bestiary for the Heavy Future setting.