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part in the JobNet global
recruitment scheme. To begin with, it seems to fulfil all its promise as
he finds a woman to love and prospects for a better life through this
artificial world, then it all goes insane and he is struggling to save both
his sanity and his life.
Unbeknown to him, he was used to carry a deadly virus into the heart
of the global network's weakest link - JobNet. Now the virus is
spreading, corrupting, destroying all the technology that kept the zeros
down throughout the world.
While Mills is struggling to exist all over again, the real world is
burning in civil war and he has become the focus of a desperate
manhunt by Government forces. If they can find his 'kidnapped' body
or his projection in AR, then they hope to destroy the virus at source. It
is a desperate gambit in a desperate time.
Yet again, Mills is the victim of forces beyond his control or
knowledge, but this time - if he survives - he can be a force for change.
From being nothing, Mills has become everything; he can save the
world. There's only one problem - he might have to destroy it first.

SILAS MORLOCK
TERAPOLIS is an urban sprawl of global proportions; its flesh and
bone towers breach even the oceans' restless barriers and forever shield
humanity from the light of day. The city has subsumed the great
conurbations of history, absorbed whole nations, embalmed entire
continents...
Here, in the neon-lit avenues and shaded alleys, the populace pursues
the endless and morbid pursuit of fleshly pleasures: anything that
drowns the spark of Selfhood until it can be released into the
mysterious and much-craved Gestalt-state.
The chimerical technology is the gift of Silas Morlock, the enigmatic
and reclusive head of MorTek. Now, as Morlock contemplates the
completion of his life's work, he is disturbed to learn of the return of an
ancient scourge.
Hiding in the shadows of his city, an organisation known only as the
Incunabula has resurrected an ancient and powerful drug. Slowly, its
malign influence is spreading like a plague - and it is literally a poison
to the Gestalt.
There is hope yet in the form of Adam, one of the dealer Caxton's
prime contacts. He is a misfit and a dreamer, an unlikely saviour indeed,
torn between the cravings for the Gestalt and his burning addiction to
Caxton's merchandise.
So Adam is destined to become a pawn played by both sides in an
ancient struggle, for Caxton is more than just a dealer; he knows the
true nature of the Gestalt and he knows Morlock. The two share an old
enmity that transcends even life and death.
The conflict will take Adam into the heart of darkness, where he is
doomed to learn the secret of the Gestalt for himself. The discovery
could cost him his Soul, but if he can overcome the horror then he
might just save Humanity from itself...

In the shadows at the heart of darkness, Adam must find himself... or
be worse than Damned. So begins the final battle for possession of the
Human Soul.
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And now, on with...
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URANIUM FIST
"In its struggle for power the proletariat has no other weapon but
organisation." Lenin "Bourgeois society faces a dilemma: either a
return to socialism, or a return to barbarism." Rosa Luxemburg "A
spark, that is what our movement represents - a spark that will ignite a
revolutionary fire throughout the galaxy..." Karl Minsky "This, then, is
our answer... When you reach out your vaunted strong hands for our
palaces and purpled ease, we will show you what strength is. In roar of
shell and shrapnel and in whine of machine gun will our answer be
couched. We will grind you revolutionists down under our heel and we
shall walk upon your faces. The world is ours, we are its Lords, and
ours it shall remain." The Iron Heel, Jack London, 1907 "The Gauntlet
of Class War has been thrown down to us... We must take up this
Gauntlet. We must meet our ancient class enemies head on and crush
them utterly." Times Editorial, 2239 "What the bourgeoisie... produce,
above all, is its own gravediggers. Its fall and the victory of the
proletariat are equally inevitable." The Communist Manifesto, Karl
Marx & Frederick Engels
Prologue
WHEN Edward Wilton stepped out of his front door, there was nothing

to show that the day would be anything but ordinary.
It was a fine summer's day. The air tasted good, with the