Can you buy a new identity at Kmart?

A sink school and a broken Britain, symptoms of a dis-functional democracy. Can a dying teacher with a vision, a recently released armed robber with nothing and a twenty-five year old widowered musician walking a tightrope with the abyss of insanity on one side and the temptations of suicide on the other do anything to help…?

The tastes and smells of childhood last a lifetime.

A high phytoestrogen diet leads to exploration and personal adventure.

Chapter 4

Although I was left to my own devices, I could never be bored. Once you have the Interface installed there are always things to do. I had been given a basic tutorial which meant I knew how to unlock doors, go to the bathroom, switch on lights and, more importantly, look up how to do other things. There was an endless amount of education that was available for free and a bewildering amount of stuff that you had to pay for.

When Doug awakes to find himself in a strange place with no memory of how he got there, he has no idea that this is just the start of something that will change him to the core.

We left then to return to the house. On the way we persuaded Katharina to go to New York and come back with Maureen and ThreeB for the picnic. She was a bit unsure about going and meeting people she did not know, but I calmed her by telling her, that she would talk to Maureen on the phone beforehand. Now it was time to have a serious chat with Esme. I did not like her plotting at all in this instance. Maybe Grishka was ready in her opinion, but for one I disagreed. And Katharina certainly wasn’t. Angela just looked at me and grinned.
“Oh, my love, I am really going to enjoy what will happen now.”
I just grinned.
“What do you think will happen now?” Katharina asked her.
“I think, for the fist time in her life, the mighty Esmeralda will get to be seriously told off.” Angela giggled.

Undercover Girl

I paced back and forth, surveying the remaining members and pledges. This time we were in the meeting room, a podium up front, wooden folding chair spread uniformly across the rest of the floor. We hadn’t been using this space enough, but we had to look formal enough when our GAT representative walked through the door.

Forsythe Saga - You did what? – Part 1
[Authors Note] This part (and the next one) was written in the First Person. Later parts of this tale are written in the Third Person.

The process of going to an interview for a new job is stressful at the best of times but when… when you are doing it for the first time and as a total and absolute fraud is really daunting.

When I saw all the others waiting to be interviewed for the job I almost turned tail and ran for the hills. They were all wearing business suits. All of the three other women in the room were perfectly made up and … well, nigh on perfect. Their flawless complexions could have from a fashion magazine such as Vogue. The six men were all identikit clones in suits with hair just the right length, all freshly shaven and nothing out of place that would really distinguish them from the person sitting right next to them. Even their ties were almost the same shade of non-committal blue. Ugh!

Tis true that leaning is never cheap. You always pay for it in money, time or pain and oft all three.