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R.T.F.M.
R.T.F.M.
R.T.F.M.
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Beta-testing genetic technology can be creepy. Really creepy. Especially when you discover the illegal secret to its success.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherC M Weller
Release dateAug 3, 2012
ISBN9781476039961
R.T.F.M.
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C M Weller

C M Weller has decided to keep their full identity a secret until such time as one of their works becomes a bestseller. They share a house in Burpengary East with two children, two cats, and a spouse who sometimes thinks they're insane.Every October, C M Weller releases a free short story, in honour of both their birthday and All Hallow’s Read.Unfortunately, this author has managed to avoid doing all the things that make author bios interesting reading. Sorry. However, ze has been publishing stories via Smashwords since 2012, and has an Amazon-exclusive novelette titled Free Baby.This writer is allergic to almost all forms of alcohol (long story), too asthmatic to indulge in tobacco, and in possession of a body chemistry that makes the more interesting drugs problematic at best. Thusly, their chief addiction is their own imagination.

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    R.T.F.M. - C M Weller

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    C M Weller

    Published by C M Weller at Smashwords

    Copyright 2012 C M Weller

    ISBN: 9781476039961

    This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

    Dave groaned. On the upside, the painful part was over. On the downside, both his arms were now in permanent casts. More permanent than the circulation-restricting inflatable casts he'd had for the shuttle/ferry back to the mining base. They'd be taken off as soon as his bones healed, which was going to be a long, slow process. Even with medical intervention.

    Six centuries ago, they'd have amputated my arms. Be thankful I'm here and now, eh? Dave could have shot his inner optimist. Why did his hobby have to be the goriest parts of medical history?

    One biometric bunk over, the Drongo slumbered on, innocent to the path of destruction he had wrought. As always. Mama Ore would bill him, later. If he didn't somehow come out of it with another metaphorical gold ring.

    Dave could hear Doc in the next room. Arguing with the Lizard who had shared the flight over. Woz the armchair xenobiologist had said he was a B'dauss, which lead to some interesting and squicktastic speculation about the Thing in the box the Lizard had carried with him.

    Might as well trial and train at the same time, Doc was saying as he bustled into the medbay. Good news, Banner. Not only do you have Light Duties, but you also have a brand new helper-monkey.

    Actually, the Faiize is-- began the Lizard.

    Neither of us care, said Doc. He stepped aside to reveal the Thing in all it's glory.

    Yikes. They could not have gone deeper into the Uncanny Valley without spelunking equipment...

    The thing standing slightly behind Doc was sort of humanoid, in the same sense that a gingerbread man is sort of humanoid. It had bulbous curves intersecting badly with cylinders for most of its body. The skin, what little of it lay exposed by the silver, emblem-emblazoned suit, was a horrible shade of pale, cyanotic blue. The face was almost a cartoon face. Too-round eyes stared unblinking from a bare sketch of a face. The mouth was an expressionless slit, as if freshly cut into that weird, sad imitation of a face.

    This is Wave of the Future's newest biotech solution for the working environment, the Faiize. This one you're development-testing is designated Rael. It could have been pronounced 'rail', if not for the Lizard's insistence on emphasising the

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