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1-18:Epilogue

Posted: July 21st, 2009 | Author: Lisa Sinclair | Filed under: Elvis, Epilogue | No Comments »

In the background of an airport somewhere in the world, a nasally challenged announcement was being made:

‘Will a Mister Pilt Down, arrived on BSD flight 945 from Melbourne, Tullamarine please report immediately to security checkpoint Three-Five.’

At the checkpoint in question, a passport was pushed across the desk in front of the customs officer.

She opened it, with a bored expression and checked the biometric data against that just taken by the machines.

It all matched. It always did.

She longed for a mismatch so she could justifiably shoot someone. Ever since these new passports came into force, her job had become one of rote and boredom. A machine could have done it. Read the rest of this entry »

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