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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: Irwin Franklin's technological masterpiece is Doris, a Multiform Operational Matrix--MOM for short. Encased in a protective, clear shell, she glows with the colored lights of her information exchange, a vast ever-changing matrix of delicate crystal and organic components, not unlike a Christmas tree of spun glass, lit from within. The frequency of the flashes, the brightness, all tell what's happening inside the system and in the virtual world of business. Irwin relies on Doris for everything--even for meals. When Irwin casually discards a healthy breakfast Doris has prepared and munches some sugary fluffballs instead, Doris's sarcastic response about starving children on Mars surprises Irwin and triggers a change in his life, and life of Mars.

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Don't Forget Your Spacesuit, Dear, ed. Jody Lynn Nye, 1996
Fictionwise Release Date: August 2004

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [222 KB], eReader (PDB) [27 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [13 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [13 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [65 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [85 KB], hiebook (KML) [63 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [41 KB], iSilo (PDB) [11 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [14 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [42 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [22 KB]
Words: 3686
Reading time: 10-14 min.
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"Play it again, Doris."

Irwin Franklin relaxed back into the Form-U chair and ran his stubby fingers through his shaggy beard.

A feminine voice filled the room. "The aliens have offered very few contracts to humans and you're sitting around wasting time. Just because your wife left you is no excuse for sloth. Do you think he'll be impressed by a smelly human in old clothes? How many times--?"

"Stop nagging, Doris," said Irwin irritably. "Just play it."

"Fine. If it makes you happy, I'll play it--but if it means all that much to you, why don't you at least call her? Her number's in the book."

"Shut up, Doris."

A flash of light and Irwin was back with Sheila in the warrens of New San Francisco. Their cheap apartment was piled high with their belongings and overflowing with a love he sorely missed.