From Chapter 5 of “Uninvited” (2,000 words)

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Chapter Five

The gate to Bunker Hollow was closed and locked when he pulled in. No evidence of other searchers. He parked by the gate, grabbed his Maglight, and walked around. The road was an overgrown tunnel of trees and brush surrounding old gravel ground into the red clay. The moon was new and shed no light. It was utterly black without the flashlight. The only natural light came from flickers of stars through the leaves and needles as they danced restlessly in the light spring breeze. A chill ran down his spine.

The path was long, straight, and showed signs of heavy foot and vehicle traffic in recent days. He shone the flashlight directly ahead and it disappeared into the waning dark. The only sound was his breathing, loud in the still night, and scratching of leaves in the wind.

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Google Glass: The Changing Face of Technology

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With the story of Cecelia Abadie, the California motorist who faced a citation for wearing Google Glass while driving, the emerging technology has been in the forefront of news stories, Facebook feeds, and Reddit discussions for the last week.

The crux of Abadie’s story is whether or not wearing the device impeded her ability to drive.  Her defense was simple:
it wasn’t turned on, so it doesn’t matter.  And the court accepted that.

However, this speaks to a deeper issue: distracted driving and augmented reality devices.  Google is not the only company producing devices like Glass: Samsung has a patent for a similar device that appears to project information to both eyes, and several companies known more for glasses than technology are supposedly working on similar devices.  They are coming, whether we like them or not.

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Part of Chapter 4 of “Uninvited” (1,180 words)

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Chapter Four 

Mal’s fourth day in his grandparent’s house began with the phone ringing. Mal was confused at the sound – he couldn’t recall the last time he owned a phone that actually rang like a bell. By the time he untangled himself from the sheets and stumbled into the living room, the ringing stopped. He stared down at the old corded phone and wondered who tried calling him. Very few people knew this number. His lawyer and Elise were the only two he could think of. He wanted to speak with neither.

After a shower and breakfast, Mal had nothing to do. He finished unpacking before he went to sleep the night before. Out of habit, he turned on his laptop and sat down. Only after booting up completely did he realize he had no internet connection. Without cellphone reception, there was no way for him to connect wireless, and he didn’t know if the local phone company offered internet.

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Chapter 3 of “Uninvited” (1,865 words)

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Chapter Three

 

The following morning dawned early for Mal. He was always an early riser, except for the five years he spent on mids – the graveyard shift of the police force. Those were the first five years of Alice’s life. He spent most of it asleep or in a patrol car. No wonder he had trouble developing a relationship with her. By the time she was a teen, he had made detective and was working more normal hours – if constant overtime, weekend, and late nights at the station reviewing evidence or interrogating drug addicts could be considered normal. Mal was forced to concede Alice made far more effort in attempting to connect with her father than he did with her. He was always busy, always working, always rationalizing it with “maybe later.”

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Second half of Chapter 2 of “Uninvited” (2,347 words)

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Chapter 2 (Continued)

A few blocks down – nearly the length of the entire town – Mal spotted the tavern with several cars and trucks outside. A few neon beer signs flickered by the door. There was no sign proclaiming a name. It was the lone tavern in the town. No need to get fancy.

The interior of the squat, brown structure was utilitarian. A single pool table dominated the northwest corner, with a few small tables around it. A bar ran the length of the east wall – tended by one overweight woman. Mal guessed she was at least ten years older than him – close to fifty. Of course, the cigarette hanging out of her mouth might have added a few years to her face.

Didn’t Washington ban smoking in bars and restaurants? Yes, now that he thought about it, they did. At least five years ago. He let a wry smile dance across his face. Must take a little longer for news to reach Copperside.

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Star Citizen: Changing the Way Video Games are Made and Played

The story of “Star Citizen” starts in 1986, when a young game developer and “Star Wars” fanatic returned to the United States from Great Britain and obtained a job at software company Origin Systems.  Eighteen-year-old Chris Roberts was already a veteran game developer, having released “Stryker’s Run” for BBC Micro while still living across the water.

The Origin Systems and Digital Anvil Years:

Origin_Systems_logoRoberts worked on two action-RPG games, “Times of Lore” and “Bad Blood”, released in 1988 and 1990.  By the time “Bad Blood” was released, Roberts was finishing up the game he wanted to make since he first watched “Star Wars”.  It was a space-based flight-sim called “Wing Commander” and would change the flight-simulation genre.

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Excerpt from Chapter 2 of “Uninvited” (2,888 words)

The chapters in “Uninvited” can be somewhat long, so I am breaking this one up into two parts.  One today, and one later on.

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Chapter Two

  

The bottle of scotch between his legs was half-full. He smiled. What would Doctor Reynolds say to that? Maybe he wasn’t as cynical or depressed as she claimed. Maybe he was getting better. Maybe he was…

Maybe he was losing his train of thought. Maybe he was drunk. He looked to the television. He couldn’t focus on it. An infomercial, he thought. Something about cooking, either way. He brought the bottle up to his lips and swallowed. It didn’t have a taste or burn. Just the sensation of liquid flowing down his throat.

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