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Waif [MultiFormat]
eBook by Mark W. Tiedemann
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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: Mix Sentenni wanted to leave his fringe life on the streets and go to space. He studied, he worked, he transformed himself, but his background almost guaranteed nobody would give him a chance. Then he met Lisa, who offered him everything he thought he wanted--except the knowledge of who she really was.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Tales of the Unanticipated, 1992
Fictionwise Release Date: March 2005
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [241 KB], eReader (PDB) [35 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [22 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [21 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [80 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [93 KB], hiebook (KML) [62 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [48 KB], iSilo (PDB) [18 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [23 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [51 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [34 KB]
Words: 6697
Reading time: 19-26 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
Mix Sentenni hugged the shadows at the mouth of the alley and watched as police and firefighters worked to clean up the aftermath of the battle. The sound of high pressure water underscored the staccato spikes of police radios. Mix tightened his grip on his backpack full of books and discs and stared with mingled horror and nostalgia.
The street was a set piece of machinery and uniforms and bodies. Police cars set at either end of the block--Mix counted nine of them, plus two paddywagons and an ambulance--cordoning the remnants of what had been a rumble. The broken bodies of dead File members lay like litter between the two ends of the blockade. A fire in a store-front guttered under the thick streams of water from a pair of automated firefighters. Most of the streetlights were out, shattered, and the street was a blaze of harsh light from the machines overseeing the clean-up.
Mix retreated. No percentage there, no sense getting caught and asked a lot of questions he could not answer--but that he looked like he could. He was not part of a File anymore, but he was young, dressed cheaply, and in the wrong neighborhood. The texts he carried in his backpack would only elicit the suspicion that he had stolen them and when a search of the database showed that he had no identity within the system...
He headed down the alley, north, away from the battleground. What had that one been about, he wondered. Boundaries, most likely. All the ones he had been through were.
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