Welcome to my attempt at recreating the life and adventures of Molly Fyde, a young lady from the 25th century. An electronic reader full of information, all of it orbiting Molly Fyde, was given to me by a strange lady half a year ago. There are millions of pages of material to sort through, many of them written by Molly herself. As I attempt to organize them into a readable narrative, I have set up this blog as a repository for my findings. Some entries will be pulled right from The Reader and remain in Molly's words. Some will come from her crew. Much will be from me, as I detail my struggle to tell her story.

Wednesday

On the run...

I've had a few problems since the book came out, problems that are keeping me on the run. Some parties, it seems, do not want this story told. I can't tell you where I am now, but I would like to thank the people that were brave enough to shelter me in Monroe, NC and Charleston, SC. I wish I could use your real names, but suffice it to say that I'll forever be in debt to "WIXE", "Alice Jules", "Blu-Moon", and "The Tin Roof." Oh, and "KNIT", I'll never be able to repay your kindness. I hope none of you receive trouble for your generosity.

It's hard to tell if this site is still being monitored, but that's the least of my worries right now. I have a leak. Or there's another source of Molly Fyde information besides my reader. I was using my friend "WIXE" as a mail-drop, and a strange package arrived with my name on it. Inside, I found information, some of it extremely sensitive, that nobody should know besides me.

Even crazier, I found stuff I had never heard about. A cross-reference in The Reader turns up nothing, but I have to assume the facts are correct. After all, the rest of this person's Intel checks out.

Here's some of the non-sensitive stuff, just to give you an idea of what I found. The other documents that I'm not showing could get the galaxy in a whole heap of trouble, if leaked out. I just hope this "Tyler" person, whoever he is, is smart enough to keep this stuff out of the wrong hands.







One saving grace: this "Tyler" doesn't seem to know how hyperspace works. Not fully, anyway. Which is good, because I'm not sure I could sleep at night if he did.

Still...who is this person? And where is he getting his data? "Tyler," if you're reading this...you have my attention. Fully. Get in touch again using one of my mail drops if you want to meet.
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  1. UnknownSeptember 23, 2009 at 6:38 PM

    I love it! Look out Mr. Howey someone is after your job!Sincerly, Tyler's friend.

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