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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: In the future hi-tech world where cops and gangsters move through the techno-corruption, Jezz Alan Stinson has a dream. That dream will be nothing like he imagined.

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: The Mammoth Book of Future Cops, 2003
Fictionwise Release Date: September 2003

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [64 KB], eReader (PDB) [28 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [14 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [13 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [64 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [84 KB], hiebook (KML) [63 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [41 KB], iSilo (PDB) [12 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [15 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [43 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [23 KB]
Words: 4469
Reading time: 12-17 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
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All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED

He handed over his co-operation voucher and the lawbot scanned it. The bot's sensors hummed and whirred as it hung there like some obscenely bloated dragonfly.

"Jezz Alan Stinson, you are free to go," it said finally in its flat mechanical voice.

He looked longingly as the voucher's charred remains tumbled to the gutter and the lawbot took off. That had been his last voucher.

"Shit!" he said, narrowly avoiding another infraction. He hadn't wanted to lose that one. He doubted he could take another round of Probe and Adjust right now. Jezz shoved his hands deep into his pockets and stared down at the remaining curls of the slip of recycled paper as they teetered gently in the pungent breeze. A groundcar sped past and scattered ashy remnants in its wake. With his shoulders slumped, he turned away.

A quick glance up and down the street, then above, to check the bot had really gone, and he headed back the way he'd come.

Damned bots; they were everywhere, and without the voucher he was powerless. All he wanted was to get enough credit together to get out of this stinking hole--find himself a nice place, start a farm. Maybe fruit trees. Not that he knew the first thing about them, but you had to have dreams. Or maybe by the seaside. Far enough away that the place might still have fish--live ones, their bellies facing down instead of bloated white and pointing to the sky. He didn't know anything about fishing either, but he could learn.