Misterdoe's Fiction

I walked into the house — mansion, really — following the instructions that had been mailed to me by “Anson Freedom Fighters.” In the back of my mind I couldn’t help but wonder if it was a trap, or if it was Robin herself using the promise of help from the AFF to humor me. [...]

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I get a call from a cousin that an inventor uncle has died, wanting to know if I want one of his VR units. He did some work for a military contractor whose CFO embezzled the company and ran off, so they had to pay my uncle with machines. I took the machine offered to [...]

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I’m at the White Plains Public Library for the first time in years, even though I’ve been working only a block away for the last three years. I’m looking for science fiction, of course. I have a list I printed off the Net of stories and books relating to invisibility of one form or another. [...]

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