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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: When a guy's trying to save the world, the last thing he wants is to have to answer a bunch of silly questions. Especially when they're about things he really should have considered all along.

eBook Publisher: Rosetta Solutions, Inc., Published: 1992
Fictionwise Release Date: January 2002

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [65 KB], eReader (PDB) [38 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [11 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [11 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [82 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [83 KB], hiebook (KML) [62 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [71 KB], iSilo (PDB) [9 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [12 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [55 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [19 KB]
Words: 3100
Reading time: 8-12 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
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"The deadline's too close," I snarled. "I don't have the time to listen to your inane babbling..."

"Time is just what keeps everything from happening at once." Ginger arose, laughing, from the pool side lounge. Her skin, a brighter green than even her miniscule bikini, faded to aqua, then almost to pink as she stretched lazily and moved deeper into the shade of the cabana. Outside of our shaded area, the grass and trees glistened under a hard blue sky. "You're the one who taught me that, remember?"

"Very funny. This could kill all of us," I snarled at her, but Ginny didn't even have sense enough to look worried. She'd been a bubble-head when I met her, and she hadn't gotten any smarter in all the years we'd been married. Not even a nano-rejuve could help with the way she thinks. "Heinlein picked the wrong decade; this is going to be the real 'Year of the Jackpot' if Project Lucifer doesn't work out."

"Pooh!" She ruffled what was left of my hair. Somehow, the nano-rooters hadn't done much for me in that respect. Not yet, anyway. Oh, well. Maybe next year's model would do the job. Give them time. Time! That nasty word again.