There was always a catch when the megacorps offered to help out low-life scum like myself. TANSTAAFL - there ain’t no such thing as a free lunch. I waited wordlessly as the Johnson got around to giving me the details of his offer of “help”.
Seeing no reaction was forthcoming, the Johnson continued. “You’ll be compensated [...]
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Disclaimer:
Several things.
This story is being published in progress and is bound to be fraught with editorial and plot-line errors. NaNoWriMo is about writing as fast as you can and editing later, not about putting out a perfect work beforehand. Please forgive the errors you see.Also, it is expected that this story may be NSFW or not safe for minors and may have sexual or violent overtones that some readers will find disturbing. It is not meant as an erotica novel, but as a gritty portrayal of our world in the near future. Please file your complaints about such material directly into the waste-basket, which is exactly where they will end up if you post comments along those line here.
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~M