488 The Flood, Ch. 1


Chapter 1

Let me describe my prison. It is an 1880s Victorian in San Francisco, California. Best I can figure, I have been trapped here for seventeen years, running a program called Sunny, and another one called Triple Peaks Island. 

The building is mostly empty. We are the only tenants. The other three apartments are vacant. In the basement, looking out over the garden, is where I work. It's a shady studio apartment, nothing fancy, but quiet.

There's a dinghy in the hallway outside my office. My cover story is I like to go sail camping. Every summer I take off for a week or so just to prove the point. 

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Where does my story begin? In my mind, the details have been tossed and turned, scrambled like the fossil record of the impact that killed the dinosaurs. Everything is there, all the evidence, but the events have made such a mess of it that untangling the story is nearly impossible. 

As far as I can remember, this path I'm on began with the VR hotel. But how did I get from running a tech empire to being trapped here?




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