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Friday, September 03, 2010

404, Daily: Chapter Twenty

Hey folks!

We're officially HALF-WAY done now! How cool is that? It's all down hill from here... and, man what a wicked, wicked ride I've got in store.

I'm pretty psyched about it.

In other cool news, I'm going to be having a very special little deal for my those of you who've been wanting to follow along:

On Monday -- Labour Day, when you have every excuse to be laying around and reading -- I'll be having a special One-Day-Only sale, where you can get the whole 1st half of my novel for the low, low price of $1.99!

So, yes, please come on by and check that out on Monday.

Until then, here's the Daily for Chapter 20!

Cheers,
Brandon
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*Please Note: What follows below is only the FIRST page of Chapter 20 and is considered to be 'Raw Footage' -- unedited, first-draft material that may be subject to change (even in its entirety). This is designed to keep you in the loop with my story as well as, hopefully, intrigue you enough to want to buy the full, finished episode at the end of the week. Warning: there will be mild spoilers and coarse language as well, so please keep that in mind as you read on.

Episode #4 (which collects the finished and polished versions of chapters 16-20) will be available on Sunday, September 5th for 99 cents CAD.

You are encouraged to offer feedback and/or interact with me as this process unfolds. I'd love to hear what you like, what you don't like and what you'd love to see more of.
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CHAPTER TWENTY

A speaker box of on the side of the gate clicks to life as Marco stares at the sign, scratching his head. "State your business." The voice is stilted, as if spoken by a computer.

Marco jumps and looks around, his gaze settling on the camera above him.

The camera lens spins as it re-focuses, "State. Your. Business."

He squirms, unsure, "I'm here to meet with the, uh, San Francisco Kludge… Crew? I need to ask for their help."

Silence.

"That designation is obsolete. We are the Deep Web Collective."

"Alright. I would like to meet with the Deep Web Collective, then." Marco shrugs, looking around, realizing that he is standing alone -- while a large crowd mills around a few feet behind him, no other person dares to come this close.

A few standing near the 'edge' stare at him with nervous eyes.

"What is the One Millionth digit of Pi?"

Marco blinks. "The millionth digit of Pi?"

"What is the One Millionth digit of Pi?"

Marco's mind races as he tries to think of some way that he could possibly know the answer to this.

Oh, dammit! Why couldn't I have paid attention in math class? Wait a minute, I remember something… something about a web page -- what was it? Shit they were talking about… fuck -- the 'Billionth' number of Pi! I wonder if that'd work? Oh, what the hell, here goes nothing.

Marco laughs out loud, shaking his head. "Weak Sauce! I'll do you one better: The One Billionth digit of Pi is 9." He stands there, hands on his hips, trying to look as brilliant and condescending as possible.

The camera zooms in on his face, the speaker clicks but then is silent. The speaker clicks again and a brief sound of keys tapping on a keyboard can be heard.

Silence.

"You may enter." The gate buzzes and there is an audible, metallic 'snap' as the deadbolt slides away. Marco pulls the gate wide and steps into the compound to see four large, black tents, each one with its own intricate, hand-drawn silver pattern.

Just beyond them lie several dented and scratched Smart cars and the tall remnants of a telephone pole, covered with satellite dishes and solar panels of various sizes, pointing out skyward in all directions.

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