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			<title>EXCERPT: From 2013 Techno-Thriller: Cybersp@ce</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 02:23:04 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Excerpt from: Cybersp@ce... 
 
"The rain gradually eased up as they made their way toward the lights, the object slowly came into view. Two things soon became evident to Jake Summers. First, whatever the thing was that had crashed near his home, it was enormous, much larger than he had expected. He...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Excerpt from: Cybersp@ce...<br />
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&quot;The rain gradually eased up as they made their way toward the lights, the object slowly came into view. Two things soon became evident to Jake Summers. First, whatever the thing was that had crashed near his home, it was enormous, much larger than he had expected. He had thought Henry might be exaggerating, but he could now see that his son had not told the half of it. Second, the craft was definitely not an airplane, but more like what Henry had described; similar to one of the flying saucers he had recently read about in the newspaper.<br />
Jake decided to try to find a better vantage point, and to look for survivors. He suspected that the craft could be an experimental military aircraft of some sort. After a few minutes, they finally arrived at a spot that overlooked the large field where the craft had crashed. Jake drove to the edge of the field where they could get the best view. All three of them sat there, speechless. They were surprised to see that not one craft, but two, had crashed in the large field. The larger craft, the one they had seen first, appeared to be out of commission, but still mostly intact. The second, smaller craft had sustained heavy damage and now lay in many pieces.&quot;<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cybersp-ce-Jeff-W-Horton/dp/1938961579/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1368757073&amp;sr=8-1&amp;keywords=cybersp%21ce" target="_blank">http://www.amazon.com/Cybersp-ce-Jef...s=cybersp%21ce</a></blockquote>

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			<title><![CDATA[I'm not dead!]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 14 May 2013 14:56:12 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[I've just been sucked under by a work-nami. 
 
That and the current piece I'm working on is not going well. I'm encountering some kind of personal resistance to the topic, I guess. Call it Horror-block. 
 
--Brian.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">I've just been sucked under by a work-nami.<br />
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That and the current piece I'm working on is not going well. I'm encountering some kind of personal resistance to the topic, I guess. Call it Horror-block.<br />
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--Brian.</blockquote>

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			<title>EXCERPT: From 2013 Techno-Thriller: Cybersp@ce</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 12 May 2013 18:50:25 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Excerpt from the 2013 Thriller: Cybersp@ce 
 
 
“I was still a young boy living in Corona, New Mexico in 1947, when I saw something crash near there. We thought at first it was a plane, but when we went to check for survivors, we found it wasn’t an airplane at all, but something else.” 
“Oh, no,...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Excerpt from the 2013 Thriller: Cybersp@ce<br />
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“I was still a young boy living in Corona, New Mexico in 1947, when I saw something crash near there. We thought at first it was a plane, but when we went to check for survivors, we found it wasn’t an airplane at all, but something else.”<br />
“Oh, no, you’ve got to be kidding! Are you saying that a spacecraft from another world really did crash near Roswell, New Mexico in 1947?”<br />
“That’s precisely what I’m telling you, Dr. Reynolds,” Henry answered bluntly. “Except we didn’t find just one craft, we found two. One of them had been destroyed; the other was damaged but still intact.”<br />
“So all of the stories about Roswell—the conspiracy theories, the alien technology, the reverse-engineering at Area 51—they’re all true?”<br />
“Well, not all of them, Nick, but there is a lot of truth in the mix,” answered Caprella.<br />
“Misinformation?”<br />
“Of course —well, at least some of it. It’s amazing, really. You give people a little nudge and their imagination does the rest.”<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cybersp-ce-ebook/dp/B00AVCHWH6/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1368330633&amp;sr=8-2&amp;keywords=cybersp%40ce" target="_blank">http://www.amazon.com/Cybersp-ce-ebo...s=cybersp%40ce</a></blockquote>

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			<title>EXCERPT: From 2013 Techno-Thriller: Cybersp@ce</title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 24 Apr 2013 04:59:27 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>*Cybersp@ce, by Jeff W. Horton* 
 
July 2, 1947-Corona, New Mexico 
 
It was the storm that would forever change the course of human destiny. 
A small, curly-haired boy sat frozen in anticipation, watching it from the edge of an old, olive-colored chair. From his seat in front of a large living...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore"><b>Cybersp@ce, by Jeff W. Horton</b><br />
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July 2, 1947-Corona, New Mexico<br />
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It was the storm that would forever change the course of human destiny.<br />
A small, curly-haired boy sat frozen in anticipation, watching it from the edge of an old, olive-colored chair. From his seat in front of a large living room window, he peered out into the night, gazing in awe at the fierce, frequent displays of lightning which appeared in stark contrast to the blackness of the dark, western night. Many of the vengeful flashes reached for the ground, while other multi-forked lightning bolts stretched across the sinister sky as far as the eye could see. Henry’s parents had long ago abandoned any hope of keeping the curious boy away from the window completely during such storms, so they had struck a compromise…the six-year old would sit in a chair well away from the window, yet close enough that he still maintained a commanding view.<br />
While Henry took in the fabulous fireworks that lit up the night sky outside their home, his parents went about their daily routine, seemingly oblivious to the commotion outside. His father sat back in his recliner and quietly read War of the Worlds, while his mother busily worked to finish a sweater she’d been knitting for over a month.<br />
“Wow!” Henry yelled out, pointing towards the window. “That one had like five forks—it was huge!” The boy’s eyes lit up, wide with wonder as a thunderous boom reverberated throughout the house. Jake Summers looked at his son and smiled, fondly remembering a time when, many years earlier, he had been the little boy sitting by the window, wondering at the awesome, raw power of nature on display.<br />
The flashes of lightning and the booming thunder continued to intensify as Henry watched the ferocious storm come closer and closer. Two hundred yards away from the house, several trees stood on top of a tall hill. The boy watched closely in anticipation, expecting that the lightning would at any moment strike one of them.<br />
That’s when he first saw it; an object, illuminated by the abundant lightning that surrounded it, was floating quietly above the tree line. In the brief seconds during which it was visible, the object had appeared to be a round, metallic craft of some sort. The lightning quickly disappeared however, immediately plunging the sky back into darkness so that he could not be certain what he had seen. He continued looking toward the tree line, hoping to catch another glimpse of the object during the next flash of lightning.<br />
Suddenly, there was another huge flash of light, except this time it wasn’t lightning. A loud noise that sounded like a small explosion soon followed the flash. Everyone in the house had heard it, and Jake Summers wasted no time getting to the window, followed closely by his wife. By the time he arrived next to little Henry, however, the darkness had once more enveloped everything.<br />
“Henry, what happened? Did you see anything?”<br />
“Yes, sir! I was watching, waiting to see if the lightning would strike any of the trees on that hill over there, when the lightning lit up the sky all around, and I saw something over the tops of the trees. I was trying to see it better when lightning struck again and hit it! I was—”<br />
A second, much louder explosion suddenly reverberated through the night, interrupting Henry’s recounting and violently shaking the house.<br />
“Henry, listen to me, this is important. This ‘object’ you saw, was it an airplane? If it was, that sound we heard just now could have been the plane crashing; somebody could have been hurt! Was it an airplane, son?”<br />
“No—maybe—I’m not sure, Dad. Whatever it was, it was big, really, really, big! It didn’t really look like an airplane though; it looked more like one of those flying saucer things the guy in the newspaper said he saw last week.”<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cybersp-ce-ebook/dp/B00AVCHWH6/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1366432964&amp;sr=8-2&amp;keywords=cybersp%40ce" target="_blank">http://www.amazon.com/Cybersp-ce-ebo...s=cybersp%40ce</a></blockquote>

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			<title>exercise equipment</title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 04 Apr 2013 00:42:46 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[let's be realistic. all exercise equipment for in home use should also do something else so it actually gets used. ours would, with some modification, make an excellent drying rack for clothes. I could see treadmill toasters, elliptical chairs, bicycles with a fan mounted in them, a dehumidifier...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">let's be realistic. all exercise equipment for in home use should also do something else so it actually gets used. ours would, with some modification, make an excellent drying rack for clothes. I could see treadmill toasters, elliptical chairs, bicycles with a fan mounted in them, a dehumidifier would be nice.</blockquote>

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