Sisters Of Glass

by D. W. St.John

Overview

Karl Latte doesn’t like the twenty-first century. Not recombinants, not Ultimate Reality, not Digitally Mastered Immortals. He doesn’t like that people are disappearing, or that he stands to lose the only thing in the world that matters to him. Most of all he dislikes the talent he was born with, the talent that’s damned him—the ability to see into minds. A forty-year-old ex-cop with bad knees and an arrhythmic heart, he may be the last man in 2030 L.A. without a satcom implanted deep in his cortex. 21st century Luddite with the skills of a gun-for-hire blackmailed back to take over a case that’s left nine agents parted out, he is at once scrambling for his life. The assignment takes him to Plat 66, a sea platform owned by the genetic conglomerate, Genesistems. His task: find Romy, one of the last surviving first generation recombinants. Tall, slender, gifted, she's the apogee of genetic perfection—everything he loathes in a woman. All Karl wants is to go home—but before he can he’s got to get Romy off the plat alive. Easier said than done. Genesystems wants them dead, the Army of God is hell-bent to sink the plat, a sadistic cabal is murdering Sisters two a night, and a 21st century demon lurks just out of sight, craving possession of them both. Most alarming for Karl, as he grows to know this appealing patented life form, he finds his most cherished prejudices teetering as his concept of what is human and what is not skews bewilderingly.

Product Details

BN ID:	2940000797778
Publisher:	Elderberry Press
Publication date:	10/30/2009
Sold by:	Smashwords
Format:	eBook
File size:	518 KB
Age Range:	18 Years

About the Author

Here is where a writer is supposed to tell you all about the exciting things he's done. How he's wrestled crocodiles in Tanzania, bounced drunks in an Amsterdam brothel, smuggled guns to Cuba and sat in as drummer for the Who in Tokyo. Well, I've never done any of that, but hey, nobody's perfect.

My life is much like yours. I'm just another soul shoe horned into a meat puppet biding my time until I return to the one.

These stories are just dreams I lived. If I've done my job even passably well, then you may live them, too.