What if you knew how to teleport objects through space-time?
What if your parents sold you to a mega-corporation that wanted your technology?
Read Professor of Enigmas to find out Bixby’s answers…
From the book:
Three men in hats emerged from the shadows down the hallway. He knew they were from Smeiser. He straightened his back, determined to walk into manhood before meeting them.
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Ellen said, “The generators are dual-redundant, water shipments will arrive every sixty days and you have use of a shunt line. Use the line sparingly though; it’s metered on your monthly budget at market rates.”
Bixby said, “Even for the weekly update calls?”
“Of course. We aren’t a charity.” She didn’t wait for Bixby to reply. Ellen just turned and walked away, waving in the other direction. “Good luck, Professor. Make it happen.”
He said, “I’m not a professor; I’m an inventor,” knowing it was only to himself. Ellen had given him the tour already and her ship was spinning up to leave. The new remote station could only host three vessels at a time—the other two were a GROK-95 Clydesdale for light cargo and the Blazon Proxima—Bixby’s assignment.
The corporate transport lifted twelve feet off the hangar floor, hovered towards the exit portal and zipped away. Bixby finally had a moment to absorb his new home. The staff would be arriving within the week.
He had handpicked three of them, but the other sixteen were most likely assigned to keep an eye on him. Bixby was the only employee at Smeiser without an implant—at least as far as he knew. His exemption was hard-earned but that didn’t mean they trusted him. It was also temporary. Free on Kindle.
