None had returned. After 2.00E05 elapsed seconds, I began to grow alarmed. That is, as I fed various projective scenarios into my probability matrices, they were showing more negative numbers than positive. Dr. Bathespeake had designed this condition to trigger an automatic alteration of my curre...
Total Loss of ControlJohn Praxis watched with a kind of clinical fascination—by turns mixed with frustration, anger, and horror—as the country came apart. He was eerily reminded of those film clips in biology class, where the cell divides, the nuclear spindles form, and invisible threads draw the...
Bump in the RoadPamela Sheldon was driving her boss, the Patriarch of the Praxis Family Association, John Praxis, back to the compound on Coyote Creek, which lay along the East Bay shoreline in what used to be the cluster city of Fremont. They were traveling south on the battered strip of asphalt...
No, I take that back. It was at the Norwegian Embassy, which was in a converted mansion along Fifth Avenue in the low Eighties. And the ballroom was where they held their receptions. This one was for the King’s birthday, or maybe the Crown Prince’s. Neither was there for the occasion. Why was the...