I finally got around to writing a new short story and like many of my stories it can be best classified as Sci-Fi, Dystopian, and Absurdist. It's about a science reporter who investigates a new Quantum technology, getting himself invited to a secret testing base but finding his investigations might be dangerous. It's meant to be read with some of my other stories such as "The Smell of Sauerkraut", "When Information is Bliss", and "The Before the End of After". Anyway, it's still very much a draft, but it is good enough to post. It's approx. 5000 words, but 3000 if you don't read the footnote.
Here And There
Pradeep Pandit made the last turn as his vehicle approached the sprawling, walled-in executive park. Although it was midwinter, with the sky overcast and the trees bare, green grass seemed to creep under the surrounding fence. The facilities of the Scientific Center for Advanced Research and Development were nestled deep in the woods two hundred miles northeast of Boise, Idaho. It had taken Pradeep a few hours to reach it from the city, and he was scheduled to meet someone there soon, although he couldn’t remember exactly who and when. He hadn’t really slept in days, anxious over the call he received from the Center’s public relations department concerning his recent article in the National Syndicate. Pradeep wasn’t naturally a fearful person, but an event and a series of decisions slowly eroded his confidence and raised his anxiety level. His meteoric rise from fact checker to Chief Science and Technology Reporter for the National Syndicate had left him feeling a little inadequate. His wife and kids believed that he had earned the position, that his rise was due to his great ability to write investigative pieces about emerging technology and cutting edge science, not to mention his years of service for the Syndicate. But deep down Pradeep knew he was just the only guy left in line—a vacuum created by the recent exit of the top talent to retirement, sabbatical, or extended holiday. And then there was his creative license, which made his anxiety that much worse. His stomach turned.
“Play ‘The Data Alligator’ again,” Pradeep said to the EsTHER.