Darwood & Smitty
Parody. The humorous slant on anything that needs smashing, which is most everything. It's really the height of philosophy because, like Professor Frink, it makes you laugh and makes you think.
It's the approach I take in my new science fiction novel, Darwood & Smitty, to question a lot about today's world ... even though the story takes place in 2045: mostly on Earth; global government; aliens gone wild.
'Cause you know what they say: the more things change, the more things stay the same. Which makes it easy to throw forks at everything going on today, even when writing about the future.
Now Darwood and Smitty are doggone funny guys -- Darwood because he's a goofball, Smitty because he's so serious. They're unlikely heroes, too. Delivery guys for the company with big brown trucks, which in 2045 are floating a few feet off the ground and have an E2 symbol on the side, standing for Earth Express.
The fact is, they never start out to be heroes. They just have to deliver a package to Earth's president. Hand deliver it, which is entirely out of protocol. And the package is coming from a fellow in solitary confinement. And as simple a task as that might seem, the delivery folk before them all failed for reasons that Darwood and Smitty soon discover.
After all, the president hasn't gained too many political allies, as his goal is to overthrow the special interests and corruption in New York (Earth's capital, and not just because I'm an American author). And this creates a whole maze of adventure as Darwood and Smitty are thrust into finding answers and overcoming a power greater than all of Earth's forces.
With loads of name brands shamelessly promoted throughout, it's a farce, an adventure, and a political commentary bundled into one fun and gangly pile.