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There's Only One Quantum
Category:
Science Fiction
Publisher: Collective Presse (Writer's Bloq)
Type: Fiction
Pages: 156
Copyright: August 24, 2013
Price: $4.99 (eBook)
It's a corporate espionage thriller set in the near-future in the tradition of the science fiction stories of Philip K. Dick.
In an overcrowded future city, office worker Scott Coe accepts a promotion to the home office of the mysterious Quantum Corporation—and stumbles into a world of corporate spies, double dealings, and even murder. As Coe probes deeper into the mystery hidden within the labyrinth of office cubicles, he slowly discovers that the line between friend and foe, competitor and conspirator, is a slippery one and no one—not even Coe—are who (or what) they may seem.
Excerpt
The first thing he heard was the hum of the hovercar just outside his bedroom window. Laying half-awake in his bed, the sound was first indistinguishable from the other hover traffic outside—that constant drone of traffic, of movement, as if it were to stop, all life would come to a grinding halt. But it was the hum of a particular hovercar, one near his building, flying near his window in what was clearly marked a no-hover zone. The power of the hover engine, so close now it had begun to shake the windows, caused the entire room to vibrate. Immense light, white and searing, poured through the window and pored over him.
Dressed in his pajamas, he first sat up, then instinctively rolled from bed onto the floor, crawling away from the bed as a blast of glass and bullets ripped through the air, shredding the bed. The room snowed cotton and man-made fibers as if he had suddenly found himself inside the center of an enormous snow globe. The concentrated artillery fire remained fixed on the bed for several seconds before moving through the remainder of the apt, shooting out the windows, chewing up furniture, bedding, and carpeting.
Coe had wedged himself in a doorway, balled up and laying close to the floor and making himself into as small of a target as possible. The hovercar moved swiftly then, finishing its assault, and speeding away. He lay on the floor for some time after that, listening. The monotonous night-noise of hover traffic returned, and with it, sirens.
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