《Dim(5,5,5)》Chapter Eighteen – M.I.C.A.I.N
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I'm a little uncomfortable. After so much time in the Waldo, I've gotten used to it's people level perspective, and swinging around at the end of someone's arm has never been a fave of mine anyway. Scanning up, Richie seems a little haunted, eyes all crinkly at the corners. There was a rustling from the other side of the door, and Wander stiffened up, making an obvious effort to compose himself.
The door is opened by a knockout redhead, Marcia, I guess, about the same height as Richie, maybe a little taller. Her gray eyes widen, flicking over him, and my travel case.
"Richie! What a ...I wasn't expecting ... "
"Did Becky find you? Give you the stuff I sent?"
Her expression cleared a bit. She nodded, and opened the door wider.Inside, a thin girl, twenty something, sat fidgeting in an over-upholstered living room chair. She sprang up blinking intently at Wander 's mug.
Wander seemed contrite, and lowering his eyes from Marcia, removed his dumpy hat, rotating it nervously in his hands.
"I know I haven't kept in touch like I should have. Just, didn't want to make a nuisance of myself, I..."
"Oh Richie, just come inside. Thanks, I got the material about mother's will, your note, and evidently, your new client. Coffee?"
Richie blew out a breath, nodded and dragged himself over the threshold. He put my case down on a side table while his Ex fetched coffee. Muscles rippled over that bald pate while he tried to pinch out some idea constipating his head. I got nervous.
"What?"
Richie narrows his eyes at me.
"You still have some of those research papers you collated on Becky's dad?"
"Uh, the whak-a-doodle UFO stuff? Sure, why?
"Marcia's got a printer here. Print me copies."
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He digs around in his ratty mackintosh, and pulls out a baggie. Oh. The chip.
"Can you affix this thing inside your carry case? So it can't be separated out from the other circuitry in it? Hide it?"
I sniff, well, make sniffing sounds though the case's speaker. "Sure. That's kinda my purpose-du-Jour. There's a small test bed platform, ah, open the case."
Ritchie manages, and grunts, " So now what?"
"Left end, next to the petrie dish, a small cover. See it?"
"Yeah."
"Flip it up. There's a bunch of rows of pinch clips on the board, lots of slots in it. Line the chip up with the little black dot top left of the board, and push the chip in."
Ritchie grunts and fumbles, drops it twice, but eventually manages to poke it in place. I link up to the test board. Wow, that interesting. I start testing to data channels, and pretty much ignore anything else going on.
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The Chaos Within
"Get out of my head you crazy bastard!" The young man holds his head and groans. "You know what they used to call me too? That I'm merciless, tainted, and an evil crazy entity! I say I am crazy, you're crazy, we're all crazy in our own way! But, the difference is, your craziness can be cured but mine can't! My craziness will bring The whole 100 dimensions to their knees! Wanna know what time it is now? Hahahahaha! AHAHAHAHAHA!" The young man's eyes flicker in red, he was laughing hysterically. No, that is not him, that's the evil man talking, in control of his body now. The whole city of Utopia was on fire, battles everywhere with people running away in fear. Chaos is standing on a hill, watching the view with a grin. He spreads his arms and laughs, "Let the Chaos begin!" -Warning Mature Contents- The story includes a lot of bloodshed scenes and murders. Copyright © Adnan Essam (Zerohands) 2018 The moral right of the author has bee asserted. All rights reserved. This story is published subject to the condition that it shall not be reproduced or retransmitted in whole or in part, in any manner, without the written consent of the copyright holder and any infringement of this is a violation of copyright law. A single copy of the materials available in this story may be made, solely for personal, non-commercial use. Individuals must preserve any copyright or other notices contained in or associated with them. Users may not distribute said copies to others, whether or not in electronic form or in hard copy, without prior written consent o the copyright holder of the materials. Contact information for requests for permission to reproduce or distribute materials available through this book are listed below:
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