Perhaps one of the biggest advantages of self-publishing is that I still own my content. That gives me the freedom to decide how to promote it. What I want to do in this blog is offer readers some excerpts. Please keep in mind, these are not necessarily a summation of the content of Been Blued, nor am I offering all of the best content. Think of it as a trailer in words instead of pictures. As usual, you’re probably aware of the whole intellectual property and copyright guidelines thing. My creation, my copyrights. 😉

Been Blued
first in the Martian Symbiont series
By Phyllis K Twombly

Excerpts from the novel
by author Phyllis K Twombly


“How do you feel?” The voice sounded thick and muffled through the barrier.

The clear walls of the chamber around Jerod swooshed into the floor. He stepped forward and down, off the round reconfiguration platform.

“I feel fine, Coordinator. Upgrades and downloads from all preceding Jerod configurations were successful. Excess medical data was successfully purged. What’s my next assignment?”

The Coordinator’s expression remained unchanged. “Go get dressed. Nudity still frightens the humans.”


Darcy had made the latest incident, in which Jerod Eighteen lost his life, look like an accident initiated by cheap human technology. It shouldn’t be too difficult to do something similar here.

He projected the path Jerod was wandering. It should take him under a set of spotlights. Perfect…

He noticed the female wandering below, probably another tourist. She’d be of no consequence. He pulled out a small transmitter, his own creation, and aimed it at the metal of the stands supporting several banks of spotlights. Silent and invisible, the device sent a beam that quickly ate away layers of metal. Several of the stands would most likely let go at about the right time. They might fall on someone else entirely. There could be a huge loss of life, all of it human. Jerod might escape unscathed. It was an acceptable risk.


Twilight was descending as the group came out of the restaurant. The faint scream of a siren could be heard, growing louder as they talked. About halfway down the block, they were greeted by the sound of screeching tires. A black sports car slowed as it approached. A white man with a shaved head, about twenty, in a black T-shirt and a camouflage patterned bandana, leaned out the passenger window with a pistol. He glanced around and spotted them.

“Get down!” Coren shouted, forcefully pushing everyone he could reach. The motion wasn’t quite quick enough. One of several rapidly fired bullets found him. The sports car sped off.


The knock came again, louder and more insistent.

Coren shrugged. “Open it.”

Jerod opened the door. He stared blankly at the four people.

The President of the United States of America stared back at him. “I know you’re aliens, but you’re living as American citizens. You could at least invite the leader of your own country inside.”

“Mr. President? Of course, please come in. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be disrespectful, but we weren’t expecting you.”

The President entered the room, followed by two men and a woman, all in black business suits. He crossed the room and took a seat behind the desk. He held up his hand to reveal red swirls.

“That’s all right. I wasn’t expecting this.”


“Sorry to interrupt, Matriarch. As you’ve probably guessed, I have terrible news.”

She nodded, poured herself a cup of coffee, and sat down. “They’re coming back, aren’t they? How long?” She motioned towards another chair.

He removed his hat, poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down opposite her. “Two, maybe three decades before they arrive. We estimate three years before human technology detects them.”

“I’ve been thinking about that. Alan mentioned that our fundamental assumptions about human technology have to be discarded. Now that humans have the symbiont, they’ll become smarter, and more aware of our existence. The resulting combination should speed up their rate of technological advancement, and possibly our own.”


Lyle stared at the policeman sitting in the front passenger seat. “You look vaguely familiar.”

Jerod turned towards him and removed his hat and sunglasses. “Do I?”

Lyle’s memory of the night at the hospital surfaced. “Hey, you’re the guy who fixed Hallie and me. I’ve been wanting to thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet. Do you remember your parents?”

“I was an orphan. Never knew who my parents were.”

“No, you’re an alien hybrid your species left behind to infiltrate Earth.”

Lyle’s mouth fell open. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“Dead serious.”


Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed this. 🙂

Phyllis K Twombly

About Scifialiens

Author of the Martian Symbiont series: three titles, so far; Been Blued, Martian Blues, Martian Divides. Currently writing screenplays. 'Mating With Humans' can be found on her account. Enjoyed writing from the start. Also a Star Trek and Doctor Who fan. Canadian so far. Paternal grandparents were American. Feels more at home in the States. Loves dogs and most other animals. Loves cats from afar--allergies. Plays flute and saxophone; 'messes with' keyboard and electric guitar. Single so far. Not really looking at the moment. Age: irrelevant. Not to be confused with the fictional comic book character, Phyllis Twombly, who lived for 600 years in the American Midwest.

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