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Di Gary Kuyper
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When Roald Menal designed the Ghosting Extractor based on Harold Mooney’s RLP (Refractive Light Pulses) Theory, Holo-Domes (Holographic Cinemas) were soon to become the new rage. But little did the world know that Mooney had discovered a more sinister application for his theory; a fantastic secret that he dare not reveal to anyone else!
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Copyright © Gary van Nikkelen Kuyper 2010
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales, is entirely coincidental
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ISBN 1 45641 901 3
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For my very good friend, John Kearney
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The enormous figure swung the clubbing device in a wide arc. It crashed hard against the side of the screaming attacker’s head, sending the top portion of the helmeted appendage flying high over the rest of the angry, surging mob. The lower jaw, still attached to the rest of the body flapped as the now naked throat continued to shout and gurgle while hot liquid gushed and squirted from the savagely torn main artery running up the back of the neck. It splashed into the face of the wild-eyed assailant, a visage already stained with the gory viscera of the one hundred and twenty eight men that had been crushed by the supernatural and unrelenting strength that coursed through his large frame. The long dark hair that had once waved free and sensually in the breeze was now glued to the rest of his naked, sanguine-spattered torso. One hundred and twenty eight men, yet still they pressed forward in their unrelenting pursuit to destroy the man on the narrow-topped hillock.
How many is that?
asked Roger McTavish in his thick Glasgow accent.
The man seated three seats to his right, switched on his mini-flashlight and gazed at the counter that he had been furiously clicking during the incredible demonstration. I may have missed a few sir, but it’s well over a hundred already.
Fantastic!
cried McTavish raising his arm so that its shadow appeared on the large flickering viewing screen. I’m convinced! I’ve seen enough!
This is almost too much, even for a seasoned goremonger like myself. Whoee! Ha! Ha! He was still smiling and laughing when the lights of the small theater reached full illumination.
Not quite my type of…signature material, but impressive. He turned to the small, curly headed and bespectacled man sitting three seats to his left.
The CG is…breathtaking. My people were right. You are…very good!" He