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Book: Path of Transcendence 1: Ultimatum of the Nameless God by Brian McGoldrick
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Authors: Brian McGoldrick
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Being put in a coma without being licensed to be comatose?”
The corner of the white Special Agent Jones' left eyelid ticks momentarily, before he bares his teeth in a gesture that is not a smile. “Civil Rights Violations. We have unimpeachable evidence of you violating the Civil Rights of two individuals. The trial won't even last a day, and you'll spend the next five years in a maximum security penitentiary. So wise up and answer the Special Agent's questions honestly.”
“I don't know what caused the deaths or the comas. I'm a victim, just like everyone else, and it must be a miracle that I'm still alive.”
“Show him the video.”
At the white Special Agent Jones' words, the black Special Agent Jones puts his briefcase on my bed and opens it. Taking out a tablet computer, he fiddles with it for a minute, before turning it so I can see the video.
Seeing the scene, I now remember the day entirely too clearly. I had never realized there was a social monitoring camera where one had to be to film from the angle in the video. It is too bad I had long forgotten about this little scene by the day of the last raid, I might not have been murdered.
*** Central California - Earth ***
October 15, 2074
“Mark.” The hesitant and chilly voice came from his right, out of his line of sight. It was one he recognized, Mei Urehara. She was more than merely pretty. Her father proudly called her a Yamato Nadeshiko, a perfect Japanese woman. Her slender body, pale skin, gorgeous face, and long blue-black hair made a striking impression on anyone who saw her. Both men and women would stop and stare, when she walked past. Still, she was uncomfortable with her own appearance and constantly compared herself with buxom American blondes.
His expression was no different than any other time, cold and closed, when he turned to look at her. Someone who did not know him well would never realize the anger that was burning inside of him at that moment.
Mark McGuinness was anything but good looking. He did not look like he really was six feet tall, his dumpy build made him look shorter. He worked out four to six days a week, practicing martial arts, and had extremely healthy eating habits, but he never lost weight. After injuries in a car accident that were never able to be properly reconstructed with plastic surgery or nano-surgery, his face was covered with burn scars on one side. The accident, which claimed the lives of his parents, happened when he was eleven, and the doctors wanted to wait until his condition was stable, before performing the necessary cosmetic surgery, but after a month's time, the attempts had miraculously failed. Mark's body rejected every attempt to heal the scarring. After nearly ten years with his ruined face, Mark was accustomed to it and no longer wanted to undergo surgery. His looks did not impede his education or ability to practice martial arts, so he did not see any reason to “fix” them.
Ryouske Urehara, who owned the company Mark's father worked for, as well as being Mark's martial arts instructor, had made the arrangements to ensure that Mark was provided for after his father's death. Mark's aunt, who took him in, was single and the money provided by Ryouske Urehara made her life a lot easier as well. Because she could never feel comfortable around the disfigured child, she was never able to develop a close relationship with Mark. The only person who would act normally with Mark was Ryouske Urehara.
Retreating from almost all social contact, Mark buried himself in online gaming, when he was not at school or training. It was not long before he became interested in Taereun: Battleground of the Damned , and as soon as he was old enough, he acquired an account. After going through the character creation process, he became Talon, the Half-Dvergar, and eventually his infamy was enough for him to become a living legend within the game.
Friday afternoon, the day after the raid, he was eating
The corner of the white Special Agent Jones' left eyelid ticks momentarily, before he bares his teeth in a gesture that is not a smile. “Civil Rights Violations. We have unimpeachable evidence of you violating the Civil Rights of two individuals. The trial won't even last a day, and you'll spend the next five years in a maximum security penitentiary. So wise up and answer the Special Agent's questions honestly.”
“I don't know what caused the deaths or the comas. I'm a victim, just like everyone else, and it must be a miracle that I'm still alive.”
“Show him the video.”
At the white Special Agent Jones' words, the black Special Agent Jones puts his briefcase on my bed and opens it. Taking out a tablet computer, he fiddles with it for a minute, before turning it so I can see the video.
Seeing the scene, I now remember the day entirely too clearly. I had never realized there was a social monitoring camera where one had to be to film from the angle in the video. It is too bad I had long forgotten about this little scene by the day of the last raid, I might not have been murdered.
*** Central California - Earth ***
October 15, 2074
“Mark.” The hesitant and chilly voice came from his right, out of his line of sight. It was one he recognized, Mei Urehara. She was more than merely pretty. Her father proudly called her a Yamato Nadeshiko, a perfect Japanese woman. Her slender body, pale skin, gorgeous face, and long blue-black hair made a striking impression on anyone who saw her. Both men and women would stop and stare, when she walked past. Still, she was uncomfortable with her own appearance and constantly compared herself with buxom American blondes.
His expression was no different than any other time, cold and closed, when he turned to look at her. Someone who did not know him well would never realize the anger that was burning inside of him at that moment.
Mark McGuinness was anything but good looking. He did not look like he really was six feet tall, his dumpy build made him look shorter. He worked out four to six days a week, practicing martial arts, and had extremely healthy eating habits, but he never lost weight. After injuries in a car accident that were never able to be properly reconstructed with plastic surgery or nano-surgery, his face was covered with burn scars on one side. The accident, which claimed the lives of his parents, happened when he was eleven, and the doctors wanted to wait until his condition was stable, before performing the necessary cosmetic surgery, but after a month's time, the attempts had miraculously failed. Mark's body rejected every attempt to heal the scarring. After nearly ten years with his ruined face, Mark was accustomed to it and no longer wanted to undergo surgery. His looks did not impede his education or ability to practice martial arts, so he did not see any reason to “fix” them.
Ryouske Urehara, who owned the company Mark's father worked for, as well as being Mark's martial arts instructor, had made the arrangements to ensure that Mark was provided for after his father's death. Mark's aunt, who took him in, was single and the money provided by Ryouske Urehara made her life a lot easier as well. Because she could never feel comfortable around the disfigured child, she was never able to develop a close relationship with Mark. The only person who would act normally with Mark was Ryouske Urehara.
Retreating from almost all social contact, Mark buried himself in online gaming, when he was not at school or training. It was not long before he became interested in Taereun: Battleground of the Damned , and as soon as he was old enough, he acquired an account. After going through the character creation process, he became Talon, the Half-Dvergar, and eventually his infamy was enough for him to become a living legend within the game.
Friday afternoon, the day after the raid, he was eating
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