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Someone was asking a lot of questions down at the Corewinds Tavern.
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... in a terraced apartment that hung, with thousands of others afforded shelter and shade, among sequoia-like arboriforms whose roots were twisted down and down into the soil since before the dawn of human flight.
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He considered the horizon for a moment and said, "Tell you what; I got this yacht just came in outta Kappa Crucis. One owner. An old Mercury Monterey Star cruiser.
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Momentarily the stasis shields dropped and only their gravity bubble and a massive shot of magnetic field protected the Monterey
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Drifting slowly down to the prison world, safe in a gravity bubble, yielding, descending like a dandelion seed cast out by a terra-forming bot. Down and down, unknowing of the eager little convict glaring back into the night waiting
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An ancient world all but abandoned by the Cyborgian Empire that had spawned it millennia before. Time had covered over from pole to pole with cities, towers, and factories. Kilometers high, kilometers deep, cities empty now but for a few ragged convicts interred here and there. They were Pirates, losers, loners; misfits not having earned a death sentence or a stasis block, just cast out of the way to go gracelessly in cold derelict cities.
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About the Author - Dante D’Anthony has worked as an Educator, Stockbroker, Construction worker, Gallery owner, and in Architectural Design development. He has produced two series of paintings, one in a realistic genre of sea life and tropical scenes, another in an abstract expressionist mode with layers of patterns influenced by Sullivan, Wright and early Japanese woodblock prints. He was in the U.S. Army reserves, pugil stick champ for his battalion. He’s lived in Los Angeles, Miami, and Buffalo New York, and currently resides in Florida. This book is dedicated to the memory of Colonel Herbert Lahmann.
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