Thursday, October 3, 2013

Book Spotlight & Excerpt - The Artifical Mirage by T. Warwick

A relentless pursuit from Vietnam to Saudi Arabia in which augmented reality distorts the nature of attachment and desire. In a world where augmented reality blurs the line between the real and the computer generated, Charlie cherishes the reality of Lauren.... His life as a young American banker in Vietnam seems idyllic until a series of events precipitate her disappearance. When her trail leads to Saudi Arabia, he must navigate a criminal underworld. The stakes grow higher as it becomes apparent that reality isn’t what it once was.

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“What are you thinking?” AR Lauren’s innocent purr came through his right earbud and caught him off guard as he surveyed the room. He looked at her and took the earbud out as he set her speech to captions. She gave him a cute frown. The women found the large white cotton thobes of the Saudi men ideally suited to sharing projections. Charlie saw a few fragments of some animated Goyas and more than one dancing Rodin. The words “Cogito ergo sum” were snaking their way up and down the large thobe of a Saudi—a joke that had a group of women in strapless sequined dresses in tears of laughter. In AR they created cartoonish likenesses of the Saudis that mimicked their walks and gestures.
 Harold was nowhere to be seen. Charlie wondered what he was doing there. He didn’t belong. He belonged back in Cities of the World at a sidewalk cafĂ© in Buenos Aires, savoring the rhapsodic awakening of espresso and Cointreau—a real place with real women. He refreshed AR Lauren, and she sat next to him with her legs crossed and seemed to give him an empathetic smile.
“Charlie!” Stephanie clamored his name as if she hadn’t seen him in years. She grabbed his hand and took him on a whirlwind trip of dashing in and out of conversational groups—the same groups he had just been scanning. Saudi men seemed to be lining up for the occasion. “This is Omar!” She beamed at the Saudi, who seemed to convey an immense gratitude that she had bothered to take the time to say hello to him.
Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw the real Lauren. He looked back and blinked, and there was just the constant turning of dresses like at a dry cleaner’s.
He traversed through the crowd with Stephanie, tacking back and forth like sailboats, before dropping down on a vacant black velvet couch.

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