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Y2K: The Book! Excerpts Vol. 13

Posted in erbooker by erbooker on 04/20/2012

Y2K: It’s Already Too Late is computer manual author Jason Kelly’s first delving into the world of fiction, written in 1998. In this novel, Mark Solvang heads Solvang Solutions–a multinational Y2K protection software company faced with the heady task of saving the world from certain destruction. Intrigue! Action! Computers! The following are excerpts from my new favorite book of all-time…

Volume Thirteen

Dan’s voice squeaked. “Hang in there, Billy.”

~~~

His veins pressed hard against his skin.

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“We’re crawling right under them, gentlmen. Parasite mode.”

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Consultants yelled back and forth, slammed desktops, and pounded on keyboards.

~~~

He took a step, hands clasped behind his back. This next part of the briefing was tricky.

~~~

“Come on,” Butler told him. “Now you’re gushing.”

~~~

“I’d like that,” Murray said. He smelled the pig smoke that had alerted him and Martinez to the fire. “I’d like that a lot.”

~~~

“Go have yourselves a snack in the galley. It’s on me.”

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He was never without a pen to take a note.

~~~

That was all they said about their friends. They did not expand on the sadness, the anger, the will for vengeance hardened at the base of their skulls.

~~~

They ate their fill of barbecued pork, danced with the señoritas, and even played a little kickball with the kids.

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Street lights, house lights, spotlights, building lights, colored lights, white lights, Christmas lights, dock lights, ship lights, big and little lights of all types poured illumination into every crack of the city.

~~~

They leaned against the street poles, feeling them as if they channeled some mysterious force unknown to man.

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From its brief moment back on, the television screen glowed faintly in the darkness. Gary stared angrily at it.

“Rob, could you help me, please?” They both stood. Gary led Rob to the television. They picked the TV off its stand and walked to the front door, dragging the cord behind. Danielle opened the door.

“Right to the sidewalk,” Gary said.

They walked across the grass to the sidewalk, stopping where the trash truck used to come.

“I’m assuming this is where he’ll start coming again,” Gary said. “Now, lift as high as you can go.”

They strained, pushing the weight upward until they held the box above their heads. The women and children watched from the front doorway. Now that the streetlights were back on, they could see the scene taking place.

“On three, release and back away,” Gary directed. “One, two, three!”

They let go of the box and let it crash on the sidewalk. The glass shattered and two of the plastic sides cracked off.

Gary rubbed his hands together. “Looks like trash to me.”

~~~

MORE TO COME!

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