…from the pages of The Aqueous Transmission by Mike Eye:
[chapter ONE of MIKE EYE’s The Aqueous Transmission]
WITH A SWIFT PRICK OF PANIC SUDDENLY INJECTING HER WITH A sharp sting of anguish and cynicism, the woman squashed the Blood-soaked pancreas with her fist in rage, hurled it at the floor, and darted from her tiny bedroom toward the nearby flight deck, Blood rushing to her Head with mortification. Approaching the cockpit, the frantic woman reflected inquisitively upon the flash of deep insight she had just obtained, began uneasily entertaining the idea that she may very well have fallen victim to a scheme more expansive and elaborate than her own.
With a few fingerings atop the surface of the console’s flat screen control panel, the woman disengaged light-speed and initiated descent, adjusting the ship’s altitude to take course within the Earth’s thermosphere. She sat frantically on the edge…
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