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Microcalypse
Microcalypse
Microcalypse
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Microcalypse

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Paranoid blogger Larry Grank is convinced that the Shadow Doctors are administering mind-control drugs to their patients, in service to their evil god. But soon Larry finds himself entangled in a reality-bending labyrinth of intelligent microbes seeking to rule the world. Hunted by the faceless men and spider-controlled porcelain dolls, he needs to find a cure before they turn him into a vector of disease.

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Release dateApr 7, 2020
ISBN9780463926864
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    Microcalypse - Johannes Paine

    MICROCALYPSE

    A Larry Grank Adventure

    Johannes Paine

    Published by Spiral Machines Productions

    Distributed by Smashwords

    www.pattmayne.com

    www.johannespaine.com

    Copyright 2020 by Johannes Paine

    1

    Whenever I smell a hospital’s antiseptic fragrance I always wonder, What are they hiding? What devilish stink are they distracting me from? Smells contain information.

    So as I walked down the crazy ward of the Saint Sixty’s Hospital I smelled really hard, trying to detect any hidden olfactory info that the doctors didn’t want people to know about. Could I smell the superbugs? Those infections that thrive in the absence of microbial competition caused by overzealous antibiotic abuse? Could I smell the insanity? The fear and the death? Try as I might, I could not detect anything except the disinformational disinfectant of an overbearing antiseptic musk.

    But I wasn’t here to detect superbugs. No, I had come to Saint Sixty’s Hospital to gather evidence of the secret cabal of Shadow Doctors who had been injecting people with mind-control drugs. I had my plasma camera to snap photos of their spectral essence, and a vial of star oil to prevent them from controlling my own mind.

    This was a restricted-access wing of the hospital. That’s why I printed a fake visitors’ pass off the internet and wrote the pseudonym Greg Moses, combining a totally forgettable given-name (to help me blend in to the crowd) with a clever homage to my nearly prophetic critical thinking skills which allow me to see beyond this veil of illusion and penetrate underlying truths. As I passed doctors and nurses in the hall they all gave me funny looks, probably because I was snapping plasma photos of them for later inspection.

    I needed to find a patient whose mind was already under the Shadow Doctors’ control. That would be ground zero for my investigation. So I peeked into every room for patients exhibiting signs of indoctrination. There was a guy writing a religious tract in crayon on his wall, an old woman ranting about communists, and a young woman quacking like a duck as she punched the mashed potatoes on her paper plate. Political prisoners each, in my opinion. Finally, I found a room where a somber family sat around a tall man in a wheelchair. He wore a light blue hospital gown and a vacant stare, head tilted to the side with drool running down his chin, and a big bandage wrapped around the top of his cranium. It seemed like a good place to start.

    I walked into the room and took a photo. I’d check it later to see if it detected any plasma trails from the Shadow Doctors who had injected this man with their hideous drugs. The dull green flash was like a black light and for a moment the whole family looked like green-skinned aliens inside a dark purple space capsule.

    I’m terribly sorry about your loss, I said to them. It seemed like an innocuous way to break the ice so I could gather some intel about this man’s situation. I’m doing some research. How long has he been like this?

    The woman holding his hand was a beautiful blonde, but she frowned at me instead of answering. Luckily her son was not so reserved. Daddy’s brain is broken and the doctors are trying to fix it.

    I smiled at his naivety. He was old enough to know the truth. The Shadow Doctors have taken over his mind, I explained. "You see, they’re agents of an interstellar shadow entity named Noodalshi who lives in the Dantalian nebula. They inject lifeforms like us with a drug that makes

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