Very excited! My new novel, Thawing A.C. Nielsen, is now up and available for "pre-sale" (just $2.99 for Kindle or other ebook format, then price goes up before the holidays) on Kindle here:
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Newly posted there-- a 5-star review from one of the top reviewing companies! Until it goes "live for sale" there won't be any customer reviews or samples-- that happens Oct. 18th. There will also be a paperback version up soon. Check it out and please spread the word. I need all the publicity help I can get since I am not giving away my book to a mainstream publishing house!
I am wondering if any of you would consider reviewing the book. It will be released on Amazon/Kindle on October 18th. I need reviews from regular folks posted to amazon on the release day, if possible. You get a FREE pdf, word.doc or .mobi (Kindle ebook file) copy and plenty of time between now and mid-October to read it. Let me know, friends!
Kate thinks cryo is curing cancer, could it be true? But how exactly? Some cool stuff about crogenically treated guitar strings in here (true stuff)!
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
May 2014
“All right, everyone,” Kate said. “You all know
that Edouard and I have been getting a plan ready to revive Mr. Nielsen. We
have made major revisions to the mix of chemicals and vitamins in the womb
therapy bath. On the side, I have been trying to figure out why cryo is turning
sick patients into healthy ones. Something happened a couple months ago that
helped confirm some of my own observations.”
“What have you got, Kate? I’m excited to see,” Norm
asked.
“Well, I’ve brought in my guitar-playing friend
Patrick Flynn to provide some music to go along with my fancy slide show.”
Patrick nodded to the little ExitStrategy audience. “Patrick, can you entertain
us with a bit of music on your guitar?” Patrick smiled and launched into some
improv on the Rodrigo Guitar Concerto. It was quite beautiful and everyone
clapped when he finished.
“Gorgeous,” Edouard shouted. “I love that piece.”
“And now,” Kate said, “Patrick will play the same
thing on the other guitar he has with him today.” Once again, Patrick brought
out the gorgeous, melancholy themes of Rodrigo’s masterpiece. Another round of
applause.
“That was even more amazing. Is that like a
zillion-dollar guitar or something?” Miles asked.
“Nope,” Patrick said. “Same brand, just a slightly
different model. No real difference. Of course, you’d normally play this on a
classical, but Kate wanted to use these guitars with the metal strings.”
“It sounded so much richer. Were you playing with
a different technique or something?” Mike asked.
“Not really, a few different notes here and there,
that’s all.”
“So next I’m going to show you images from my
favorite microscope now,” Kate continued. “Take a look—these are magnifications
of the strings from guitar number one. And here are images from the strings of
guitar number two. I can even show them to you side by side. Here.”
“Whoa. So one guitar has crap strings and the
other one has more expensive strings on it?” Chrissy asked, noticing the
irregular surfaces and nasty crags on the first sample, and the virtually
perfect crystalline alignment of the metal alloys in the strings from guitar
number two.
“Nope. Same strings—same manufacturer. Both are
new sets of strings. Patrick’s put in an hour of playing on each of them,
tops.”
“Wild. So what’s going on?” Edouard sat up
straighter in his chair, his enthusiasm gaining.
“The first set of strings are straight from the
package,” said Kate. “The second set was identical until I got my hands on
them. I cryo’d them for sixteen hours.”
“What the hell—cryo did that? In sixteen hours? It
blew away all the crap we could see at this magnification?” asked Miles. “And
the sound difference was totally noticeable. Right, everyone?”
“And, get this,” said Kate. “I learned this from
Patrick after he had bought a set of commercially cryo’d guitar strings.
Musicians know about this. Who’da thunk, right? I talked to the string company
in California and they told me all about it. All right, next group of images.
Hey, Patrick, maybe some awesome background music, please?”
“Sure, no problem. How about some Django
Reinhardt-style jazz?”
“Sure,” said Kate. “Now here, folks, are plain old
photos of Mr. T’s abdomen after he was revived. No tumors, right? We all know
that. I went further, however. The next images are on the cellular level from
that same abdominal area, plus DNA images. What do you see?”
“We’re not microbiologists, Kate. Help us out,”
said Chrissy.
“Miles?” Kate asked.
“This can’t be Mr. T, Kate,” he answered.
“I assure you it is.”
“These are all perfect cells, totally clean,” said
Miles. “There are zero defects, zero signs of free radical damage, and so on.
Your DNA images show perfect genomic stability. This looks like a guinea pig
that’s, I don’t know, a couple months old?”
“Yet I assure you,” said Kate, “these are images I
took of Mr. T before he died. Apparently the cryo returns systems to their
correct form, like a Platonic universal. Cryo acts on problems—if it detects
matter that isn’t, shall we say, natural and expected—true to design, you might
say—it fixes things. Anything less than optimal gets realigned perfectly or
it’s eliminated, vaporized. It’s like cryo knows what’s right and what’s wrong
whether we’re talking about metal alloys in guitar strings or cells in a living
animal. And you can look for leukemia cells in John Cougar all day if you like,
but there won’t be any.”
“You’d have to catch him first. That cat is so
fast and frisky!” Norm said.
“So, we’ve discovered a cure for cancer, and other
diseases, like we thought might be true?” Mike asked.
“I think we happened upon a cure, Mike, in all
honesty,” said Kate. “But I think they still award Nobel prizes to lucky fools
like us.” Everyone laughed.
“Of course, we still have puzzles,” Kate said.
“How is it that John Cougar has no prion disease like the guinea pigs had? He’s
perfectly healthy. He’s got the Amman Vishwanathan seal of approval. I’m still
trying to figure out that part.”
“This is amazing, truly amazing, Kate. I am happy
beyond belief.” Mike walked up to Kate and gave her an epic hug. “So what’s
next? Where does this put us?”
“I think it means that when we start to revive Mr.
Nielsen tomorrow, that we can pretty much, fingers crossed, expect to find that
his lung cancer is gone, and that his cirrhosis is gone, too. The only other
odd factor here is that, like I mentioned, the cryo doesn’t seem to effect a
cure for prion disease. Not sure why. Maybe we’ll be lucky and Mr. Nielsen will
be just like the cat, prion-free. But anyway, there’s a cure being developed,
right?”
“I’m guessing prion disease is just too weird and
too nasty an hombre, Kate,” Edouard said. “Plus, your friends in Iceland told
you the prions love to do their destruction in shifting temperatures. They’re
thriving in this arena.”
“That sounds reasonable. We wouldn’t really know
without a year or two of research, anyway. Speaking of which, we need to start
thinking about when and to who we are going to take our bizarre discoveries to.
We need partners for all this. Major universities or institutions? Edouard, Miles,
start brainstorming, okay? Anyway, we’re good to go for tomorrow. I thought you
all would love to see this as we get ready. Mike, have you polished up your
MRI? It’s going to get plenty of use soon.”
“It’s good to go, Kate. I’ll bet Professor Bardeen
is probably smiling down on us from heaven right now.”
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