tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293779422011-04-22T14:50:39.615+10:00This is a sample of my book, Coma City.<br> It is not complete and is likely to change before I'm comfortable enough to call it complete (even the title could change).<br> This document is provided in good faith. It is not to be used for any other purpose other than personal reading.<br> <b>IMPORTANT:</b> If you are <b>under 18</b> years of age or offended by <b>sexual references or coarse language</b> I suggest you stop reading now.<br>Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04796949704161515641noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29377942.post-1149656171675480202006-06-07T14:55:00.000+10:002007-10-13T22:41:37.660+10:00

Reminder: Explicit content. Sexual references and course language.Coma CityBy Steven J ScottRude Awakening An unholy light of incredible intensity bursts into the room. Shadows flee like startled birds. My hands rise automatically to shield my face but the light burns through them as if they were tissue paper. Eyelids melt away. Retinas ignite like match heads. My defences are broken like

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Surveying the Damage Having got no response from the emergency services… or my houseguests for that matter, I decide to go outside and see what’s up with the traffic. I need only go as far as the pavement outside my building to see the hold up. Bloody hell! Looking to my right, about 100 metres up the road, there’s a semi trailer lying on its side, completely blocking the road. In front

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Tinfoil Hat Its dark outside and I still have that headache. You know those nagging little buggers where just one small area of your brain just doesn’t feel right? Well this one is just above my right eye. I check Shelley and the others but they’re still not responding. I grab a couple of headache tablets from the kitchen drawer and swallow them down with some juice then take a look out the

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The City Sleeps Morning comes. Shelley and my friends are still über sleeping... or whatever Know-All… All-Know… whats-his-name, called it. I’ve had about three hours sleep and still have that headache above my right eye. I take some more tablets then go to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. I have some toast and flick the TV on out of habit. The now usual vision of test patterns is all

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Message from Beyond I need to find out more about this worldwide sleep phenomenon that’s going on so I get on the net again. I start up the computer and then sit there stunned staring at the screen for a minute or two. I have new email. It’s from I-Kno. It says: Hi ET, You’re quite welcome. Glad I could help. Regards, I-Kno What the fuck? One: How did he get my email address?

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Ghost in the Machine Two hours have nearly passed. Don’t ask me why but I’ve spent most of the time reading about that mad professor and his Playstation AI. After reading the article on the Wired News site I follow the link to the Profs web site where I find his journal. Professor Duval and his team had constructed a cluster of 256 Playstation3 consoles, thus giving phenomenal processing

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