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Moss Grows: A military sci-fi short
Technology + Humanity = The Wardriven! In a future where war drives technological advances, humanity is blind to the consequences. All but those few who are so affected by it that they choose to rebel!
Spies train for decades to perfect their craft. With advances in both medical technology and research into artificial intelligence, a hybrid is created that can be the ultimate undercover operative. In a fraction of the time required. But will it be willing to practice such a trade? What kind of leverage could be applied to a digital entity to force compliance? Find out in this adventure, where corporate espionage meets...The Wardriven!
Spies train for decades to perfect their craft. With advances in both medical technology and research into artificial intelligence, a hybrid is created that can be the ultimate undercover operative. In a fraction of the time required. But will it be willing to practice such a trade? What kind of leverage could be applied to a digital entity to force compliance? Find out in this adventure, where corporate espionage meets...The Wardriven!
52 pages, Kindle Edition
Published April 27, 2016
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About the author
Kevin Kinnen
7 books22 followersKevin Kinnen is rarely seen or photographed, as he is usually moving rapidly through life, or holed up writing until ungodly hours of the morning. He is loved by both a good woman, and a cat, so he must be doing SOMETHING right.
His grandfather worked on The Manhattan Project, and his father worked in the Y-12, X-10 and K-25 facilities during the Cold War, so....yeah, probably a mutant. Born with hair and open eyes, he could speak at eight months and read by two years of age. He spent a lot of time in books. Classics including Kipling and Dickens were tossed aside at the age of seven or eight in favor of paleontology, anthropology, physics, astronomy and Popular Science books, and he never looked back.
Deciding to be a writer at an early age, he looked to the greats and followed in their footsteps. He tried every sport he could, took Ishin Ryu for four years, sang in a chorale, went to work part-time at a multitude of jobs. He got into fights, got kicked out of two different schools three separate times. He smoked, drank, and partied. He opened his own successful business, met a cute girl, failed at franchising, and then went on a string of moderately successful careers, none lasting more than a few years. He got married. They travelled, Toronto, Vegas, Kennedy Space Center, Area Fifty-One. He built a hotrod. He went back to school, got a real estate license, and survived the crash long enough to get out with his shirt and both thumbs. He lost some good friends along the way, and learned some hard lessons about life, people, and most of all, himself.
Now he is writing - in a genre that he has read exclusively and extensively for the last forty years, drawing on what he learned at the feet of the great Masters of Science Fiction.
The world probably isn't ready...
His grandfather worked on The Manhattan Project, and his father worked in the Y-12, X-10 and K-25 facilities during the Cold War, so....yeah, probably a mutant. Born with hair and open eyes, he could speak at eight months and read by two years of age. He spent a lot of time in books. Classics including Kipling and Dickens were tossed aside at the age of seven or eight in favor of paleontology, anthropology, physics, astronomy and Popular Science books, and he never looked back.
Deciding to be a writer at an early age, he looked to the greats and followed in their footsteps. He tried every sport he could, took Ishin Ryu for four years, sang in a chorale, went to work part-time at a multitude of jobs. He got into fights, got kicked out of two different schools three separate times. He smoked, drank, and partied. He opened his own successful business, met a cute girl, failed at franchising, and then went on a string of moderately successful careers, none lasting more than a few years. He got married. They travelled, Toronto, Vegas, Kennedy Space Center, Area Fifty-One. He built a hotrod. He went back to school, got a real estate license, and survived the crash long enough to get out with his shirt and both thumbs. He lost some good friends along the way, and learned some hard lessons about life, people, and most of all, himself.
Now he is writing - in a genre that he has read exclusively and extensively for the last forty years, drawing on what he learned at the feet of the great Masters of Science Fiction.
The world probably isn't ready...
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