Douglas E. Richards
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A breathtaking new thriller about a stunning future that is rapidly approaching. From the New York Times bestselling author of WIRED.
When Nick Hall wakes up in a dumpster--bloodied, without a memory, and hearing voices in his head--he knows things are bad. But they're about to get far worse. Because he's being hunted by a team of relentless assassins. Soon Hall discovers that advanced electronics have been implanted in his brain, and he now has two astonishing abilities. He can surf the web using thoughts alone. And he can read minds. But who inserted the implants? And why? And why is someone so desperate to kill him?
As Hall races to find answers, he comes to learn that far more is at stake than just his life. Because his actions can either catapult civilization to new heights--or bring about its total collapse.
Extrapolated from actual research on thought-controlled web surfing, Mind's Eye is a smart, roller-coaster ride of a thriller. One that raises a number of intriguing, and sometimes chilling, possibilities about a future that is just around the corner.
"Richards is a tremendous new talent" (Stephen Coonts) who can "keep you turning the pages all night long" (Douglas Preston)
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the atrium rectangle, beckoning visitors into the lobbies of four different companies in the complex. The doors on his left had a familiar hand-painted bright red sign, WeOfficeU. He had seen their ads. It was an office co-op. With more and more people working freelance these days, there was a greater and greater need for office space and support. Individuals and very small businesses rented out offices by the month, and shared a receptionist, phone systems, parking, and conference room
contemplate. Instead, he is moving ever-faster on an ever-shortening treadmill. Your attention span is gone. No matter how much technology you have, all you crave is the next advance. The next toy. Your lives have become hollow, superficial, meaningless, and unfulfilling.” Fyfe paused. From the expressions on the faces of his prisoners, he could sense they were actually conceding the truth of some of what he was saying. This surprised him greatly. “You’re like a sprinter who will sprint forward
stories about myself,” began Hall, “but I’m afraid I’ll have to remain a closed book to both of us for the time being.” He shifted on the couch. “But tell me about you,” he said, sipping from the green and red can of Mountain Dew. It was awkward for a baring of souls to be such a one-way affair, but Megan knew it couldn’t be helped. So she gave him an abbreviated summary of her life. She was born in Iowa. Two older sisters. Her father was a dentist, her mother a receptionist. She told him about
stupidity, especially when this stupidity was his own. The colonel pursed his lips in thought, searching for another angle of attack. “So Hall estimates his ability has a range of about six miles,” he continued. “But thousands and thousands of people could be within that kind of range. And he can’t read them all. Right? So if we were five miles away, it isn’t likely he’d have any idea we were important to read.” “Which would suggest we could take him out with a sniper at long range. He’d never
weighed her limited options, the man who had originally attacked her managed to re-close the door and was tending to his injury. The two men who had rushed to his aid were now fanning out over the grounds, both pretending to be on a casual stroll, with their weapons hidden. Megan saw them as they crossed lighted areas and knew they would likely close in on her before Hall got into range. There were limited hiding places available, and since they were being methodical, it was only a matter of