Michael was born on April 1st, 1968 in Detroit, Michigan. Though the years he has lived in many places, both in the states and overseas. He joined the Army right out of High School where he served as a turbine engine mechanic, military police, and Calvary Scout. This included serving in Saudi Arabia for Desert Storm and Bosnia. Out of the service he spent time as a bookkeeper, corporate investigator, telecom engineer before returning to one of his earliest loves, computer programming. While he was getting his degree for that he worked at a Subway. He brings all that experience and is driving thirst to read about almost everything to his writing. While his writing is science fiction, it is firmly based on good scientific theory. He hates reading stories where the author ignores how things are or actually work just to move the plot forward so strives to avoid those at all costs.
Ether used to be believed to be what everything in the universe floats in and connects everything. Great scientists of the time used it to explain all sorts of things.
And then modern science disproved all of that. Showing that everything floats in a see of nothing and there were no grand connections.
Then, last year, I started reading articles. They were by modern scientists. And they were "Hey now... let's not be too hasty..."
Firing of the Crucible
Roh Ceeda’s small-framed body was taut and straining in her control couch. Her shimmering gold one-piece jumpsuit hugged her body, outlining the titanic struggles of her muscles. Sweat stains spread from under arms and the straps that secured her to the couch. Her feet and left hand straining at flight controls, her right hand flashing over the computer controls to each new alarm. The sweat on her light blue face streamed in wild patterns as gravity waves washed over her and everything in the ship. A wisp of her bright red hair had escaped her skull cap from behind her ear and was twisting in the gravic waves, drops of sweat being wrung from it. Her mind was extended beyond anything she had ever attempted before. Her senses were thrust so deep into the Ether, trying to sense the ebb and flow of it as they Transited, that the only thing keeping her anchored to her body and not just floating away forever were the regular klaxons as something else broke under the gravic assault on her ship and body. A good portion of her mental focus was keeping her body from being torn apart in the face of forces that could rip metal like paper.