There are only three ways onto Gamma, an island where liberty is an abstract facade: you’re born here, arrive by invitation, or you sneak in. Invited newcomers are rare and serve only two purposes: to keep the existing population from growing bored, or to increase the population with their approved genetic blue-print. Either way, once an islander, always an islander, and leaving the petri dish is not an option.
The Stone Davis Corporation owns all, controls all, and makes all your decisions. You accept what they give, and what they take away, but understand that management takes way more than they give. Everything you know is a lie. To escape is to resist and no battle worth fighting has ever come cheap.
Wherever law ends, tyranny begins. A war is coming, and GAMMA is the cradle of its genesis.
I respectfully misbehave in downtown Charleston, South Carolina, living vicariously through tourists and their many tales, adventures, and stories. They are, without a doubt, the workhorses of my imagination. Without them and the vibrant snapshots of their lives, I am but an empty page. A standing ovation and a round of applause to all of you, there’s a little bit of each of you in everything I write.