Cyber Sparks (Cosmic Sparks)
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My name is Allegra, and this is the story of my last days on Earth...
Unlike my sparsely populated home, on Earth everything and everyone is plugged in. As a blacklisted model who needs to reboot my career, I can no longer resist the ultimate in virtual-reality networking: the omnipod. At first, altering the sights, sounds and scents around me seems harmless. Then I hear the voice.
Do not adjust your headset. You are in danger...
He says I must help him warn the public about the perils of the omnipod. I think he's just a hacker--until innocent people start dying, and the police want to hold me responsible. Now, I'm on the run in a stolen shuttle, trying to figure out why he needs me. And if I don't do as he says, he'll kill the woman I love.
Other titles in the Cosmic Frontiers universe include:
Sparks in Cosmic Dust
The Eleven Hour Fall Trilogy
hope so.” She pinned me with her best Disney princess gaze, impossibly big eyes rapt and borderline weepy, for my sake, her flushed face angled to somehow beckon me through the screen. “Should I come over?” she asked. “Sure, Lenore.” The human brain’s top reaction time was about a tenth of a second. I could tell you the heart’s was instantaneous. “I’ve got a quick errand to run, but I’ll be back in thirty…twenty.” She blew me a kiss. “See you then, sweetie.” The screen blinked to black,
bottle of Malibu and some of those crispy twiglets—the fat-free ones.” No sooner had he turned to get them than my inner ear began to itch. The sensation flared, really bugging me, but it was too deep for me to do anything about. “Allegra, do not adjust your headset. This is not a podnet signal. I have been monitoring your uplink and your user profile ever since Scheherazade’s. The first time you heard my voice was in a looped transmission, and I have decided to contact you personally,
for oncoming traffic. “The giant vane on the commuter wheel,” Satto said. “Tell him to drop you on top of the spoke facing north-north-east.” I spun away, keeping my protestations to a whisper. “What do you mean, on top? How the hell does that get us out of D.C.? Are you smogged?” “Three shuttle cabs have been left there while engineers inspect the spoke’s structure for damage. The engineers are at the midsection, where the fire hit. You should have no trouble commandeering a
will continue to use it more and more.” I batted his reasoning away and slithered back to the center of the room. “Hold it right there. You’ve been manipulating me from minute one, the instant Reggie hooked me up, haven’t you.” I’d never felt as thick or as useless in my life. “With a little help from Tandy Semprica,” he said. “She smeared you over the podnet and made it easier for me to elicit that hateful impulse from you. You projected that idea of her falling in front of traffic,
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