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238. SCIENCE FICTION chapter 1


copyrights Frankie Pérussault 2013-2016


Some say that a book is bad when the very first page is not terribly exciting.  I don't agree. A book is to be discovered, it does not give itself stark naked at first contact. 

I invite you here to discover, un-cover this book kindly, slowly, to find out about the various characters and maybe love them.

This story is a fiction although I do use my own experience of life to tell stories. If you find that it is not coherent or in line with astrophysics data and quantic biometry…!..., please put it on account of my mad imagination.

This text is without sugar added and is guaranteed neither morbid nor sordid. I rave about our near future without fear as I believe it will not be as stressing or anguishing as we tend to think. The idea of the future brings no trauma to me, no need for me to introduce rather comical crude violence in it. We step into the future each day by adapting to new things, keeping at the same time habits and ways of the near and far past. This is what gives body to the present.

I would love to live what I am writing here. Would you?


The text for this Science Fiction story is in "pages" under the Header of this blog.

The original French text can be read under WeLoveWords here:

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