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The Indentured ***Foreword*** I am Elisabeth Drake. Not that it would mean absolutely anything to you or any one else. I have taken great pains to remain as unremarkable and unknown as possible since my return. I live simply in a quiet home with my computer, my consort, and my cat. I keep track of my family's many lines, helping out quietly when I can. It has been many years since my capture, my years away, and my subsequent escape. It should be safe enough to tell my story now. After so long, I can't believe they would still be looking for me. Not even I was worth so much expense in "man"-power and time. If you hunt through my words for meaning or a moral of some type, give up now. You will find none. I write this story simply out of sheer boredom. I am safe in the knowledge that no one will believe that this could be anything more than the fantasy of a mind with way too much time on it's hands. So...Enjoy! There are times that my adventure terrified me, angered me, and pleasured me. I enjoyed great loves and suffered great sorrows during the times I write about. It was a misery and a blessing, but never once was I bored. Perhaps that is why I chose to publish this now. I crave the excitement that once allowed me to know I was alive. Perhaps I write this not for the dedicated, outcast talents and skeptics, artists and collectors that make up the numbers of science fiction and fantasy fans, Maybe I write my story in the quiet, sure knowledge that the contacts and agents that watch, listening and taking note, will still be interested in my skills. Just maybe they will be interested enough to seek me out for another adventure. "Do you hear that? Do you hear that, you agents of indentured slavery? Your Se'er is bored. Come. We'll discuss the contract over a cup of tea. Play nice... Ask nicely this time and no one will get mangled. I still have all my talents and skills... gentle and deadly. I still wear the Enhancer on occasion, although I hide the data jacks with my hair most days. Come and we'll discuss who is to sponsor me. No expense of alterations this time, only profit. Come to me, and I and my consort will return." Remember... keep the blinders that let you believe that this couldn't possibly be a true story. There's no such thing as physics, and little green men. Flying saucers don’t kidnap people and witches all have green skin and hook noses. Keep your safe little world and wonder at the amazingly creative mind that could imagine such a story. So... make a really big cup of tea (you'll under stand that reference later). Make sure you have enough cigarettes... and read on. Read on, ohhhhh clueless public Read on and enjoy [ CONTINUE TO THE WERECAT'S SUBMISSION ] |
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