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Scrape Me
Scrape Me
Scrape Me
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In a dark near future, where social media ran wild, cooler heads created the Janitors. Amazing technicians, battling disinformation, revenge porn, and worse.

 

Axton -- awkward among coworkers but the best of the Janitors. Good enough to cover the entire western United States.

 

Today, in a buzz of video static, a strange voice in the net calls Axton by name. It needs help only he can provide.

 

"Scrape Me" -- a near future science fiction short story full of high tech and wonder. Thrills from earth to the moon and back. From Stefon Mears, author of Fade to Gold and Stealing from Pirates.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateMar 27, 2022
ISBN9798201391355
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    Scrape Me - Stefon Mears

    Scrape Me

    SCRAPE ME

    STEFON MEARS

    Thousand Faces Publishing

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    Laughter. Axton could hear laughter down the hall. Coming from the tech room.

    Hope added spring to his step. This time might be different.

    A moment ago the carpet had matched his mood. Thin, and gray. Something to trudge down in sneakers. A moment ago the compact fluorescent bulbs lining the eggshell white ceiling glared down harsh.

    But laughter brought a tentative smile to Axton’s lips. Made him notice golden sunlight on the thick, green grass outside the big hallway windows on his right, between the building and the parking lot. The spring leaves sprouting on the maple tree in the middle of the lawn. He could imagine the smell of fresh cut grass instead of the industrial carpet cleaner.

    Axton could imagine bird songs. Bluebirds perhaps.

    Laughter must mean everyone was in a good mood. Maybe this time would be different.

    A trickle of sweat down the back of his red polo shirt said he didn’t believe it. The hush of his khaki cargo pants doubted it too, more with every step. He started walking on the balls

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