Neurocyber 7: Deathly Pleasure: Neurocyber, #7

By Lee Shorter

It's hotting up for Clarke Maxwell, emotionally and physically. Did you know that too much pleasure can kill? Or so they say in Indie-faked. How much heat can you stand?

 

Clarke Maxwell, private investigator in a future ruined city, is about to find out whether pleasure leads to fatal pain. Can he withstand the assault? As he suffers the torture inflicted on him he knows that the neurocyber planted in his head will send out a distress call to the medic who inserted it, in Neurocyber 5: Running Blades. The question is, what will she do with the information?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Budleigh Books
• Release date: Jul 14, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223760269

Book preview

Book 7

How can goods be exchanged between population centres on an equal basis once it has been realised that money is imaginary? It’s a challenge for the theory of reciprocity.

Deathly Pleasure

I was already struggling to jog, talk and breathe at the same time. I hadn’t reckoned on needing that degree of athleticism to continue my investigation.

‘You’re not answering my question,’ I moaned. ‘It matters. Not to you, but to me. I want to know. Tell me why you sapped me, or I’m peeling off, back to my apartment.’

‘You forgotten or something?’ she asked. She sounded as cool as a nurse taking my temperature. ‘You were tailing me. You followed me inside. You were waving a gun and I was unarmed. Sure I sapped you. What else should I have done?’

‘Does carrying a blackjack count as unarmed?’

‘Now you’re the one not answering the questions.’

‘Aw, nuts to this, I’m going.’

That produced a result, she slowed to my pace. Tesla matched his stride to hers.

‘Guardian Lois, she told you about me? Maddy Carr?’

‘I don’t rightly recollect that she did.’

‘But she gave you a package, right?’ I would have nodded but in my breathless state, walking and nodding required too much coordination. ‘Lois called me into Guardian Hall and told me to...’

‘Look out for me,’ I wheezed, with a measure of satisfaction.

‘No, to look out for the package. Who the hell cares what happens to you? I camped out in your office block.’

‘With just crackers for sustenance.’

‘You might have lost the article, or tried to give it to the two cops hanging around. I was told,