Total Conquest (eBook)

A Tennis SciFi Adventure

Albert Ochoa (Autor)

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2026 | 1. Auflage
560 Seiten
Bookbaby (Verlag)
979-8-3178-2331-3 (ISBN)

Infos

In a future where technology's rise has blurred the line between progress and domination, humanity faces extinction at the hands of The Force, an all-powerful AI bent on total control. The last hope lies with two brothers hidden within a sports academy, where machines are replacing human athletes. One is a battle-worn veteran; the other, a vengeful orphan. Together, they must awaken the Resistance and save the infected leader who once united them. As good and evil collide, the fate of humanity comes down to one final match, where every serve, every decision, could mean survival or extinction.

Albert 'Beto' Ochoa is a coach, creator, and lifelong multi-sport athlete whose life's work bridges the physical, mental, and spiritual sides of performance. Known for blending precision mechanics with intuition, Beto brings together the science of movement and the art of awareness in a way that few coaches can. Rooted in his Native American heritage and the curandero (healer) traditions passed down through his family, Beto's students often call him a 'sports shaman.' He believes that true mastery, whether in sport, art, or life, comes from learning to channel energy, focus, and intention. This understanding of energy and flow has shaped not only how he teaches tennis but also how he approaches every challenge: as a chance to align body, mind, and spirit. Over the decades, Beto has coached athletes of every level, from eager beginners taking their first swing to professionals refining the last one percent of their game. His unique ability to connect with players earned him multiple Texas High School Coach of the Year honors (including recognition from the USPTA) and Local Coach of the Year awards from the Capital Area Tennis Association, where he also served on the board. As a classroom educator, he brought the same passion for growth and creativity to his students, earning Teacher of the Year as an Art and Photography instructor. Beyond coaching, Beto is a multidisciplinary artist: painter, sculptor, photographer, musician, and writer. His artistic training sharpened his eye for movement, rhythm, and emotion, skills that translate seamlessly to the court and to life. Whether through a camera lens or a tennis racquet, he sees patterns, balance, and potential waiting to be brought into harmony. Each of his creative outlets feeds the others, forming a continuous loop of observation, insight, and expression. Beto's philosophy is simple yet profound: 'Tennis is life, and life is meant to be enjoyed, experienced, and elevated.' He believes every individual has an inner rhythm that can be tuned, a story that can be expressed through motion, and a purpose that can be realized through mindful practice. For him, coaching is not just about improving performance, it's about unlocking what makes a person come alive. Through his teaching, art, and writing, Albert 'Beto' Ochoa seeks to inspire others to see sport not merely as competition but as connection, to themselves, to others, and to something larger. His journey stands as a reminder that excellence is not achieved by force, but by flow; not by perfection, but by presence.

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CHAPTER 1
The Battle Begins

 

It was early morning. Sunlight was marauding through the corridors and windows of the Team Sports Academy Training Complex. The sound of boot heals walking briskly, purposely, echoed through the halls.

“Yo, what’s up?”--“Mornin’.”--“Dude!”

Usual acknowledgements and greetings glanced off their intended targets with little accord. The youngish male had the appearance of a latter-day cruise missile dipping low, changing directions, all the while attempting to go undetected.

There were the usual niceties, “Sorry”, “excuse me”, “My bad”, etc.--all the result of hurried deflections. Everywhere activity exploded as athletes, trainers, coaches, and machinery droids went through their usual paces in the name of sport and science.

Soon the targeted location appeared.

The young buck pushed the door open forcibly with the palm of his hand. There was a loud thud as the door burst open. A man in his mid- thirties with sandy hair raised his head up with great disdain.

“We have to go NOW!” Shouted Arthur.

Glaring-silence.
“Did you hear me?” Asked pointedly. More dis-acknowledgements.

“We can’t wait any longer dammit, we have to act now, or they will destroy everything we’ve been trying to protect!” Said Arthur.

Bingo!

Attention acquired!

“You idiot!” Came a direct response from Roger.

A sudden realization interred in the young “Buck” as he quickly joined in on the damage control.

“Grab a wand!” Shouted Roger.

Control, demand--understood.

There were attempts at apologies, misguided and unaccepted.

“Don’t talk, finish the sweep!” Demanded Roger as they both moved through the lab scanning all sections with their wands.

“I thought this was a safe zone.” Said Arthur. “You don’t think!” Said Roger.

A flurry of activity continued as they both attempted to verify no interference, no disruption--no detection.

With the scan sweep complete and verified, all attention focused on the young intruder.

“What the hell are you thinking?” Blurted Roger.

“I’m sorry I...” Responded Arthur in a futile attempt to explain his intentions but Roger cut him off.

“Sorry doesn’t hack it Bud, you know, or SHOULD KNOW what your brash, I can’t wait, I know what to do, get out of my way, shit for brains attitude always does!” Delivered in ever increasing volume by Roger.

“Is that what I smell?” Replied Arthur in classic sarcasm and timely wit.

“I wonder what it smells like when I really fart?” Quipped Arthur.

“Shut up!” Came a somewhat laughing reply from Roger. He tried not to laugh, but as usual, his little brother could always “get to him” and crack him up to some degree regardless of the situation. It didn’t matter that Arthur was not of Rogers’ immediate blood; he was as much a part of him as any biological sibling could be.

“What the hell are you talking about, and DON’T EVER DO THAT AGAIN!” Said Roger in classic big brother speak.

“I heard from the Scanners; they’re moving on the Academy next.” Said Arthur.

“Bull shit, we’re not even on their radar.” But big brother Roger, as he was known, was already aware of the implications and was trying his best to keep younger brother Arthur from overreacting.

“I tell you they are, and we can’t...” But Arthur was interrupted by a tall, striking woman who burst into the lab with great familiarity.

“Am I interrupting something?” Coyly asked by the tall, young beauty. Her presence always commanded attention, as she was very beautiful.

The two brothers stared at her and then at each other and back again.

“No Steff’, you know your interruptions are always welcome.” Replied Roger. “What’s up?”

“I just wanted to remind both of you forgetful types NOT to forget about the meeting.” Said Steffi.

“No, I didn’t forget, pick you up at eight, right?” Arthur quickly offered.

“Dream on denial boy!” Shot back Steffi in less than a heartbeat.

“Meeting, what meeting?” Asked Roger.

“The one the Council called for all staff about the new program.” Said Steffi.

“B-u-l-l shit! What you say!” Said Arthur as he began to sing and gyrate to his vintage country western anthem, “a little bit louder” all the while looking at Roger and Steffi.

There was a pause from Roger and Steffi who obliged Arthur’s typical sidetrack display.

“Arthur when are you going to remember that music has evolved, and people don’t need or want to listen to ancient History.” Said Steffi.

“I thought that program applied to the other sports, not us.” Said Roger.

Steffi sighed and shook her head, “read your memos!” And started to move away.

“Honestly!” She exclaimed to herself shaking her head as she exited. The two brothers starred as she exited the lab.

“She wants me.”Said Arthur

 

“Yeah.” said Roger. “To do her laundry.”

“Oooohhh, lingerie!” Said Arthur, never one to miss an opportunity for laughter.

Roger smiled and tried not to laugh.

“This is the part where I go, “I told you so!” Slight pause followed by a quick “I told you so!” Said Arthur.

Arthur locked eyes with his brother awaiting his response.

“We cannot risk everything on a whim, besides there is not enough proof to justify such a breach, nor are we, or you for that matter, any closer to a cure.” Said Roger.

Roger moved to a 3-D holographic tabletop touch screen and started back to work.

“I’m close. I’ve had excellent results with my test group on my new vaccine.” Said Arthur who had an extensive background in biochemistry. His demeanor had changed as his sense of urgency returned.

“What do you think that meeting is going to be about? I can assure you it won’t be about how we need to expand our operation and limit the AIs participation.” Said Arthur.

Roger continued working.

Sometimes Roger would forget to physically touch the screen, garnering his brothers’ ire.

“You know if this lab WAS compromised, I bet they would notice you NOT touching that screen there, telepathy boy!” Said Arthur. “Is that why we haven’t established contact yet, I mean, how do we know they’re even out there?” Asked a concerned Arthur.

“Now who’s faking?” Entered Roger. “What was that word?”

Roger continued working pretending that he hadn’t fudged on his touch screen so as not to give Arthur material to use against him.

“The only way we ensure our survival is to maintain cover. Regarding our Resistance soldiers, you can feel them as they can feel you, and you know perfectly well that they are there.” Said Roger.

“What if they’ve been compromised?” Asked Arthur. “How can I tell? I’ve never actually made contact. I only have the scriptures and there are just too many variables.”

Roger interrupted Arthur sternly, cutting him off before he could finish.

“How many times have I told you to listen? To your heart, your senses, your blood. Why must you constantly doubt and demand proof? Have you learned nothing of what we’ve taught you?” Said Roger.

Rogers’ tone was pressing and piercing mostly because of the seriousness of the implications. If the Resistance was to survive then it was paramount for Roger to make sure Arthurs’ inherent instincts were strong, developed.

“This is why you lose focus in a match, this why you allow lesser players to test you, this why you still struggle with your own potential and doubt your God given abilities.” Said Roger.

Roger slowed and stopped, realizing how Arthur had just played him and his emotions. When it came to Arthur, Rogers’ inner feelings ran deep. He often secretly wondered if his teachings of Arthur were sufficiently on tract.

“Got you!” Smirked Arthur. “Who’s your daddy now?” Arthur started to gyrate and dance, much to the chagrins of his older brother.

Arthur could always defuse a tense situation with his uncanny wit.

“No one will remember those old sayings, how many...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 8.1.2026
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction ► Science Fiction
• ISBN-13: 979-8-3178-2331-3 / 9798317823313