Chapter 5

April 17, 2019




     I think the dancer looks a little like me.




     We tracked his EMF disturbance to a Soviet-style apartment complex and a room with flaking, high school-green paint and wall-to-wall computers.


     I stepped inside. Electric agony jolted me. Another trap.


     I awoke wrapped in computer cables, plugged into the equipment, my brain feeling like it had gone through the spin cycle.


     But he’d made a mistake.


     There is a cyberspace spirit. And that spirit didn’t like the techno-mage’s plan for merging it with the astral plane.


     The spirit and I connected.


     Someday, I hope I can forget what I saw flickering in its high-def gaze.


     A power surge, a shower of sparks and fire. The mage didn’t escape, and Brigitte didn’t save me. The cyber-spirit did.


     But I wish I knew why.






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