Bryce Anderson, part man, part machine, all...ways typing stuff down on a computer. He mostly writes sci-fi and fantasy, but sometimes branches out into political rants, ransom notes, and passive-aggressive post-its.
His first book, written at the age of six, told the story of an unspecified number of time traveling dinosaurs. For reasons which thirty-eight-year-old Bryce can't fully comprehend, six-year-old Bryce decided that the T. Rex was some kinda robot. When the dinosaurs emerged from their time travel vortex, fighter jets shot at them! That was the whole plot, and as far as Bryce was concerned, that was as much plot as it needed.
Later books turned out better. He hopes.
In an alternate dimension, Bryce rules over the five lunar colonies with an iron fist. In this one, he lives in Salt Lake City.
