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    Project: Dreamer
    Project: Dreamer
    Project: Dreamer
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    Project: Dreamer

    By Michael D. Britton

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    Tasked with protecting Earth and the Solar System, members of The Program live a strict code during their ten year tour of duty, including no relationships - especially not with other agents. But as Ben Vincent falls into an intricate web of twisted reality, he must struggle to sort out truth from illusion, and determine if the love of his life is legitimate - or an elaborate trap. [NOTE: THIS IS A NOVELLA LENGTH WORK OF FICTION]

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherIntelligent Life Books
    Release dateMar 7, 2012
    ISBN9781465750181
    Project: Dreamer
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    Michael D. Britton

    Michael D. Britton has been writing professionally for 25 years, including heading up marketing departments, working in huge private corporations, writing for government entities, supporting non-profit healthcare systems, sprinting with tiny tech start-ups, freelancing, and a producing TV news broadcasts in the 90s. His short fiction has received ten honorable mentions in the Writers of the Future contest, among other recognition; and his novels have advanced through multiple rounds of the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award in various years. His list of indie-published fiction titles exceeds 65 and keeps increasing. Learn more at www.michaeldbritton.com.

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      Project: Dreamer

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      Michael D. Britton

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      Copyright 2012 by Michael D. Britton

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      It was just like that nightmare he kept having lately, only this time it was real.

      Program Agent Delta Nineteen, privately known as Ben Vincent, felt his fingers slipping. There was no way he could hold on much longer. The gravel on the ledge was digging into the flesh of his fingers, palms, and forearms. The muscles in his hands and arms were beyond cramped – they were completely seized up – and the tendons in his wrists and forearms were stretched almost to the point of snapping. He was starting to lose the feeling in his fingertips – a blessing because of the searing pain, but no help when trying to hang on.

      It had been over an hour now, and he knew he could not stay like this indefinitely. He was stuck – no way to pull himself up, and nobody around to help him. Reaching for his tool belt would certainly mean falling.

      The cold air lashing against his face, he surrendered to cold logic: he was out of options.

      He resigned himself to his fate, and released his grip.

      He felt the pull of gravity draw him downward, accelerating. Much to his surprise, he felt a sense of relief, rather than a fear of death.

      He took a long, deep breath, realizing that in the last moments he had been holding his breath as part of his effort to keep from slipping. The cool air struck his lungs in a soothing manner, somehow diminishing the panic his mind told him he should be feeling.

      Ben had heard stories of people on the brink of death having their whole lives pass before their eyes. He had never really understood what that meant. It seemed silly to him that a person would have all of his memories play out in a compressed form as he was perishing. What would be the point of such a mental spectacle? A chance, perhaps, for regrets – even deathbed repentance?

      As he continued to fall, his thoughts began to wander further, toward those inevitable regrets. Why had he even accepted this assignment? With his seniority, he could have passed, and waited for another. And while he was waiting, a week would’ve passed and he would have retired from the Program. Thirty years old, and free to spend all his time doing as he wished with all the wealth he had accumulated during his ten year career.

      Ten years was all that was ever expected – or allowed – for someone who’d pledged to the Program. Experts had determined that any longer than ten years would do irreparable harm. Ben had the presence of mind to see the irony of the fact that irreparable harm was now coming at nine years and fifty-one weeks. But he just could not resist one more chance to do what he loved, even if it was considered the most dangerous of all jobs.

      That thought returned Ben from his musings to the present circumstance. He suddenly realized that he’d been falling for a very, very long time. Why had he not struck the bottom yet? He looked around himself and noticed that he could not make out anything distinctly. It was as if he was falling through a thick fog, the light growing increasingly brighter and whiter the further he fell.

      After a while, he started to become immune to the sensation of falling. His stomach stopped sending the signals to his brain that indicated a steep and speedy descent. Instead, he felt like he was simply floating, weightless, in an endless sea of whiteness.

      Ben couldn’t remember it happening, but the whistling wind that had been rushing past his body had gradually faded to nothingness. All was silent and white, like a winter morning after it had snowed all night.

      Except for the fact that he was in a featureless void. With the lack of a falling sensation, it seemed to Ben that his descent had stopped. But that made no sense.

      He looked around himself in all directions, but all was the same – white and empty.

      How long had he been in this place – this non-place?

      In an effort to make sense of his situation,

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