The Frost-Haired Vixen (Zachary Nixon Johnson, Book 4)
John Zakour
Language: English
Pages: 210
ISBN: 0756403979
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
In the year 2060, freelance private investigator Zach Johnson tackles his strangest case yet—solving the murders of two elves at the North Pole. Zach must match wits, muscle, and technology against a bevy of superhuman females, a mutant elf with an attitude, killer robots, and even a couple of nerds with an agenda in this hilarious follow-up "The Radioactive Redhead."
Dangerous Dames (Zachary Nixon Johnson, Books 1-2)
Dangerous Dames (Zachary Nixon Johnson, Books 1-2)
Very dense child. “I could always trade you in for an older model. One of the BOB series, perhaps.” The BOB series was a mass-market line of personal computer-holographic assistants, who are, according to their ad, like your best friend, only better. They were all the rage about ten years ago. The interface was supposed to get to know you and then anticipate your every need from recording your favorite HV shows to ordering flick tickets to buying the daily groceries. The idea faded out pretty.
To me. “The point is Twoa, if you made the elves, I can’t rule out the possibility that they are as crazy and as capable of destruction as you are.” Twoa put her index finger under my chin and lifted me off the ground, again. “Zach, you have to believe me when I tell you this,” she said. “You’ve got my undivided attention.” “I worked hard on the elves. In those days, before Daddy’s memory got erased, I wanted to be a great scientist like him. Sure, I had a setback or two, but I swear to you,.
Also must admit that HARV’s ability to supercharge the biochemical reactions in my brain, thus stimulating other parts of my body, has gotten me out of a dicey situation or three. There can be no question having a computer connected to your brain does come with an upside. But the universe is filled with checks and balances so with that up naturally comes a downside, which admittedly has a lot more gray area. I don’t like sharing my brain with another living consciousness. I guess it’s not so.
Held out my hand. “What brings you this far south?” I asked. I was familiar with Santana—after all, everybody on Earth is. Santana and her team of highly skilled elves and bots have been operating for over twenty years now. The World Council created them as a way to “instill joy and unity into the entire world’s population.” Santana is the CEO and all around head honcho of the North Pole Organization. It’s their job to coordinate the Holiday, the time of year when everybody in the world is given.
Infect the entire world with a happy virus.” Santana didn’t make the slightest attempt to hide the mocking tone of her voice. When I heard it, it sounded totally ridiculous. I knew then and there it was true. It was all true. “HARV,” I thought. “Are you analyzing her voice patterns?” “Sorry, Zach. There’s some sort of interference in her office. I can’t record or analyze anything. I’m having a hard enough time just staying online,” HARV said inside my head. That was the clincher. “Thanks,.