Название | The Karma Booth |
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Автор произведения | Jeff Pearce |
Жанр | Героическая фантастика |
Серия | |
Издательство | Героическая фантастика |
Год выпуска | 0 |
isbn | 9780008101190 |
THE KARMA BOOTH
JEFF PEARCE
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Publishers 2015
Copyright © Jeff Pearce 2015
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For Blair Cosgrove. My friend, my brother.
Table of Contents
They used the word execute for Emmett Nickelbaum, and even though he was the first to experience the procedure, no one would ever think of him as a pioneer. Emmett Nickelbaum was the first death row inmate to go. He was to be exterminated, eradicated, expunged.
They had a harder time describing what happened after the execution—and what terminology to use for the new arrival.
Emmett Nickelbaum was a thirty-eight-year-old mechanic. Caucasian, born and raised on the edge of Morningside Heights in New York City, back when it wasn’t impossible for a family to rent there, and he stood six foot four and had a build like a massive wall of solid, turn-of-the-century yellow brick. His coworkers at