The Entropy Agreement

By C.G. Banks

Ruth Chang is a pharmacist trying his best in the government-controlled society of the future. Mordecai is one of a few World-Makers. After a frog-race and an unfortunate random selection, Ruth is presented with a deal he'd best take. But its horrifying implications threaten everything he's always tried to live by.

• Language: English
• Publisher: C.G. Banks
• Release date: Jun 9, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370441617

C.G. Banks

C. G. Banks is the pseudonym of some other guy. These are the kind of stories I like. Hope you like em too. Thanks.

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The Entropy Agreement

C. G. Banks

The Entropy Agreement

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Copyright 2017 C. G. Banks

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The Entropy Agreement

The men who’d raced frogs, who’d always raced frogs, had been at the session for a long while but even so, morning was still a faint wish. Mordecai yawned and scratched his ass. Rubbed a hand through the tangled matt on his chin. Even though a sleek Ghost Rolls Royce waited within the domain of a seventeenth-century barn turned parking garage not a minute away down one of the closer corridors, this man had not seen a bathtub for the better part of a year. Lice ran about on his skin like school children. Fumes rose from him as if from a furnace. He turned to his left and eyeballed Lester, that ruinous bastard. Just to sit next to him would raise hives, spark aborted calves in the fields out back come morning. Word had it the sonofabitch had watched his own son’s skin boil to a froth on his back not so many years ago and for nothing of this import. Even now, the saliva ran down his chin, his eyes wide and glassy as he readied himself for the end of the Game. And of course, tonight, and for the last many nights while they had run through the track of this segment, there sat Benji the Goat. The Famed. The one it was spoken would be remembered for the ages, all the silent ages to follow. Which, of course, meant nothing. As it should. The very figure of the Game was testament enough. The Few had always been and would always be, but never in the open. The Game continued only because it must.

Mordecai looked to his lap where his prize amphibian hunched. It had not been an easy species to procure. Twenty men had died in the jungles of Brazil trying to get their hands on this one. When Mordecai had received