Meet the Scribes

Okay, so we’ve given you bits, and we’ve given you pieces. We’ve given you morsels, even.  You’ve read the first chapter of a pretty badass (if we do say so, ourselves) novel.  You’ve gotten a peek inside the mind of our editor on public transit and the apocalypse.  It’s about time, then, that we properly introduced ourselves.  We are the founders and keepers of ESP.  We are the Electric Sheep Scribes…

Sound off!

 

Tasky, Spelly, some jerk we drink with sometimes, and Cloudy. 

(Try keeping us in focus. We dare you.)

Cloudy Scribe

Head in the clouds; finger on the trigger.

The soles of his shoes are clean because his feet have never touched the ground. His favorite meal is pie-in-the-sky. Despite what his fellow Scribes say, his head is not up his ass. It’s firmly planted in the clouds. Cloudy Scribe is the self-described go-to idea member of the Electric herd. Want a reason for a hero to suddenly develop lockjaw? Need to explain away violating the laws of physics? Cloudy is the Scribe for you! Cloudy Scribe is the creative force behind the trio, but, due to an extreme case of ADHD, he unfortunately has the shortest att-SQUIRREL!

Cloudy Scribe is David Maynor.

David is the founder and CTO of the Atlanta based security-testing company, Errata Security. David is a subject matter expert in network security, hacking, getting unhacked, and preventing getting hacked.

Tasky Scribe

No time to explain. Just get on the trike!

In 1972, a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn’t commit This was totally messed up! These men promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade to the Los Angeles underground - because of awesomeness. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as soldiers of fortune. Rad!?!

If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them…maybe you can hire the man who was born one year later and is now living in Atlanta, Tasky Scribe.

Part Hannibal, B.A. Baracus, Faceman, Batman, Cat herder. Maker of Plans That Come Together, checker of reality, and keeper of the Short Leash for Cloudy. He is: Tasky Scribe. A one-man Alpha team. Pretty much Batman.

Tasky Scribe is Ryan English. 

Ryan just told you who he is. 

 Spelly Scribe

Last, but not least, the legs of the operation....

“It’s hard out there for a redheaded terminator. Your predecessors are an outdated Austrian, a psychotic blob of mercury, and a blonde. The cards are already stacked against you. You have to be faster, harder, stronger, and you don’t even have phone books anymore. But it’s okay, kid. You have a whole new set of tools to find and eradicate insurgent humans... Oh, and forget that Connor, kid. Old news. We hear he’s in rehab again, anyway. We have a new assignment for you…”

That’s what her superiors told her, right before they zapped her back to the early 21^st century. To fulfill her mission*, Spelly Scribe specializes in taking good ideas and turning them into great stories, polishing great stories to make them even better, drinking boatloads of coffee, handling a variety of combat weapons, and wrangling geniuses with attention span issues.

Spelly Scribe is Amelia Shackelford.

Amelia is Editor in Chief of Electric Sheep Press. She also works as a freelance music writer for Creative Loafing and a few other publications. Her fiction has graced the pages of a few online and print literary magazines, and a couple of anthologies. Curious about a terminator’s perspective on Atlanta bands, cheap beer, and the human condition? Ask her. She probably won’t shoot you or break your neck.

*What? You thought she was just going to tell you her mission? Silly humans, this ain’t no James Bond movie.

And there you have it. That's us! Any questions?