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Aria shrugged. “I don’t know. What is a feeling, General?” She glared at him with the emerald green eyes of nuclear fire. It was if some arcane form of transmission left those glowing orbs and entered deep into the soul of the general.
He shook slightly and had to break eye contact. “Uh, well, I feel…Jesus, what the hell did you just do?”
“It wasn’t me.” She stood up and slowly walked over to the general, put both her hands on his shoulders, then spoke to him. “It was Zeus.”
“Zeus?” Saavilieu questioned. “What do you mean?”
She turned to him and did the same thing with her eyes. “Hi, Martin” Her voice sounded slightly phase-shifted. “I want you to know that I love her.”
Everyone in the room became extremely agitated.
Rosenthal got up and approached her. “Aria! Are you alright?” He grabbed her upper arms.
“Mike, what are you doing?” Her voice sounded feminine and normal again. She looked at his hands on her arms. “Not here, naughty boy.”
A few of the guys shook their heads. Rosenthal became very flustered and stepped back. “No, Aria.”
She began laughing.
Ralph Porter tried to get them back on track. “Please, everyone.” He pointed. “Aria, please, if you could just please sit down.”
She gave him a demure smile. “Sure thing, General.” Sashaying across, she seated herself, then pulled up her earlobe exposing the tiny jack port while looking at Saavilieu. “OK, Martin. Stick it in, baby.” She giggled. “And please be gentle.”
Saavilieu nervously got up. “Gentlemen, please, if you may just give me about three minutes. That should be enough time to reveal it all.”
They all nodded.
Martin plugged a wire from a small black device into Aria’s jack port and flicked through some commands on the device’s touch screen. Within seconds, a holographic projection appeared on the wall. It was like looking into somebody’s dreams—absolutely chaotic, meandering, and phantasmagorical. There were voices out of phase, images, screaming, giggling, yelling, everything. Wes Craven couldn’t produce anything more horrific than this. Everyone squirmed in their seats except Mike Rosenthal. He grinned.
About the Author: I grew up in Rancho Palos Verdes, California, and currently reside with my wife in Christchurch, New Zealand. We have two kids, Jared, 20, and Lauren, 18.
My passion for writing began when I was a student at UC Davis and worked as a feature writer for the California Aggie newspaper. Having been nominated for a Brasler Prize (National Scholastic Press Assoc., 1986) for a feature on genetic engineering, I later found the inspiration to write again. In 2013, I began outlining my first thriller, The Fiduciary Delusion, which became the first novel in the Horsemen trilogy. I love to read techno-thrillers, science fiction, and action and suspense novels. Some of my favorite authors include: Philip K. Dick, Kurt Vonnegut, Lawrence Sanders, Robin Cook, and Clive Cussler.
My interests include science, information technology, speculative fiction, existential philosophy, health, and both Western and Eastern holistic medicine. On many occasions, I have also been witnessed strumming guitars, tickling the ivory piano keys, and writing music. In addition, I can be regularly found at the gym lifting weights, or trudging up hills, sea kayaking, and getting out and about enjoying the beautiful, wild outdoors.
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