Marc D. Giller
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In this dark, futuristic thriller, Marc Giller defines the cutting edge of suspense with a relentless tale of murder, techno-terrorism, and a conspiracy one man is driven to uncover—even if he must undo reality in the process.…
They ride virtual waves of code and pirate high-tech secrets to sell to the highest bidder—they are faster and smarter than your security system, and are only too happy to show you by how much. They are hammerjacks, and the rewards of their profession are second only to the sheer rush of what they do. Cray Alden was once one of them. Now he’s a corporate spook chasing down the information traffickers who’ve turned business into all-out war.
But beneath the surface skirmishes lurks something darker—rumors of a biological supercomputer that threatens to shift the balance of power between man and machine. Now Cray is caught in the cross fire between the corporate Collective and a shadowy fanatical anti-tech cult called Inru. With an assassin on his trail and a devastating secret locked in his mind, Cray must turn to the hammerjack who’s been his most dangerous, most elusive quarry. Together they are on the deadliest mission of Cray’s life–-to destroy the god that man made.
ash in an instant, still standing in the positions they assumed in life. Then oxygen rushed out of the core to feed the voracious fire, pulverizing those figures before sucking them into the molten crater left by the fallen vault door. That was when the ghosts of the catacombs appeared. Lea heard them before she saw them: a steady howl, coming up from the steam that rose out of the crater. Bone dust, impossibly thick and cold, blew in from the cathedral like a pyroclastic flow—a hurricane force
stillness emerged something far more ominous, in the way it gathered strength and synchronicity. It was slow and deliberate, the pace of a funeral march, but with a steady, military precision that made Lea assume the worst. She peeked out from her hiding place, waiting on the dust to clear and expecting to find columns of CSS advancing on her. She wanted to see if there was anywhere left to run—but then the marching passed right by her, away from the wreckage on its way to the cathedral tunnel.
alive.” Lea raised an eyebrow. “I stayed alive for a long time without your help,” she said. “What makes you think I’m interested now?” “Because you’re smart,” Bostic told her. He walked away from the bar and took a seat on a nearby couch. “Resourceful, cunning—all the qualities that make for a superb hammerjack. If you hadn’t gotten mixed up in Alden’s business, it’s quite possible we never would have caught up with you.” “Yet here we are.” Bostic nodded. “A situation we can put to our
held the premiere of The Marriage of Figaro. Outwardly, Vienna appeared exactly as it had been during those centuries. Contemporary intrusions had long been declared illegal, which only served to perpetuate the supernatural mystery that surrounded the doings of the Assembly. It actually made perfect sense when Cray thought about it. Every religion needed mysticism—science and commerce were no different. God had made man in His image, and so the Assembly had made itself as God. But it was only an
monitors been working, they would have reported that the entire structure was coming apart. But somehow, the canopy remained attached. In the open position, it acted precisely like an airbrake—bleeding the pulser’s speed off so quickly that the two Inru hovercraft shot right past. Reduced to a slow drift, the pulser held itself together, dangling tenuously on a single strand of light. Alone, but only for a moment. Coming about, the two hovercraft reappeared out of the liquid blackness and