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Space Opera Part 48 – High-Ranking Treachery

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I was glad when six o’clock rolled around. The events of the day had been downright crazy, and now I just wanted to lose myself with JJ in my stateroom. My PA buzzed. It was her. I nodded to the others on the bridge and went into the corridor.

“Hey, darling,” I said.

“Still on the bridge, I take it?”

“Yep, but I need some us time. You ready to go home?”

“Which home?” she asked.

“One of the staterooms. Don’t care which.”

JJ chuckled. “The New Jersey stateroom is closer. Race you there. And no speed enhancement.”

“You think I’d give myself unfair advantage? I’m shocked, JJ.”

“Get going,” she said. “See you soon.”

I stuck my head back into the bridge. “I’m heading for my stateroom. See you guys in the morning, unless something goes crazy.”

“Enjoy her, Captain,” Sondra said. Skip and Nolan shot each other a…

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Space Opera Part 47 – Imortality

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I stared at Vermillion, heart pounding in my chest. “Drake is an AI? Who owns him?”

Vermillion sat back in his chair, not saying anything for a moment. “This is complicated.”

“Complicated how?”

“Your face is turning red. Maybe you should have a drink.” Vermillion pulled a decanter of whiskey out of the cabinet behind him, with two crystal glasses, pouring for both of us. He slid mine forward, and I tossed it back. Vermillion smiled, sipping his.

“I know, you can’t tell me anything,” I said, wishing I could take it back. He chuckled.

“The Samson Corporation owns the AI. The person Drake represents no longer exists as a physical human being.”

“Oh, crap, it’s Alexander Carlson,” I said. “You guys kept his consciousness alive somehow, didn’t you?”

“This can’t leave the room,” Vermillion said. He sipped more of his whiskey. “Alexander Carlson kept his consciousness, as you call…

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Space Opera Part 46 – Cleanup Crew

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Butch had just told us that the brig was under attack.

“How many attackers?” I asked.

<Butch> Twenty-five.

<Dojo> They’ve stopped the transports to that area from the last stations.

Nolan’s brow furrowed. “Dammit. We have to get down there.”

Andrea eyed me. “We’re with you, Captain. Let’s go get ‘um.”

<Me> Butch, map out the corridor approach and send out a warning telling all crew members on that path to get away.

<Butch> Messages sent to their PAs. You’re going to use the speed enhancement to get there?

<Me> Yes. Time to get there with highest setting?

<Butch> There are some twists and turns, but you’ll be there in less than six minutes.

<Nolan> I heard that. I’m ready.

“Let’s go, everybody,” I said.

We put on our helmets and raced into the corridor.

<Me> Butch, send a message to JJ and the others who have been trained to…

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Published tonight, from my motor home in Salt Lake City!

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It’s the next book in the Bug Out! California series!

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