Review for “Unholy Domain” by Dan Ronco
The futuristic world of Cyber Technology is spawning a new genre that falls somewhere between creative imagination and scientific probability. And possibly, imminent projection. It’s the impending element that is the rather scary part. Is Unholy Domain science fiction, a thriller of sorts? Or is it a quite feasible and likely glimpse into a very near future? Unlike the imaginative sci-fi of the Star Wars and Trekkie generation where we were thrust light years ahead of our time, Unholy Domain almost screams “Look around you!”
It’s 2012. A deadly computer virus renders identity theft, electronic spying and cyber fraud mere child’s play. This bug, known as Peace Maker, literally sends the world spiraling into chaos with a shut down of communications, energy, and product distribution. What’s compelling about this calamity is its very possible authenticity. It could happen tomorrow! Look around you!
Fast forward ten years. It’s 2022. Society, itself, is in decay. The Great Depression of the Thirties pales in comparison. Once in control, the Technos and their ensuing alternative intelligence capabilities have roused the ire of religious fundamentalists. The Technos, their controlled robots, and the Natural Humans of the Army of God meet head on in the age-old battle of good versus evil, of God against Lucifer! But there is a yet new dilemma. Has evil become the only power? Is evil only fighting for a more intense degree of itself? Is this the ultimate jihad?
True to books of this genre, Unholy Domain does have an enigmatic ending which leaves the reader free to draw their own conclusions as to the validity of this futuristic world. The goal of a writer is to leave the reader pondering their story, the whys and wherefores of it, and the personal impact it invokes. Unholy Domain succeeds in doing that. By all means . . . look around you!
Susan Haley, Author
**Susan Haley is the published author of two books, several articles on networking, an award-winning poet, and the copy editor and book reviewer for Pepper Tree Press Publishing. She is a columnist for “The Florida Writer” the official magazine of the Florida Writers Association, and serves as Facilitator for the Sarasota County Chapter. The audio version of her novel “RAINY DAY PEOPLE” was recently awarded runner-up Finalist in the 2008 Indie Excellence National Book Awards. She also contributes a variety of editorials and excerpts of her work to various E-zines, newsletters, and local papers. Susan can be contacted at shaley1112@verizon.net.
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Friday, June 20, 2008
Suburban Fiction Ranks Unholy Domain in Top Four Books
I was thrilled to learn that Unholy Domain was placed in the top four books reviewed by Alex Hutchinson for Suburban Fiction. Here is the complete review:
Daring, innovative, and predictive of ethical quandaries yet to arrive, Unholy Domain is a novel to be reckoned with. Author Dan Ronco utilizes his vast understanding of engineering and technology to give us a vision of the future well within the realm of possibility. This could be one of those rare occasions when we as a people could learn the lessons for mistakes we have yet to make. The drama that defines these lessons is not bad either.
Unholy Domain sets the stage for a future where the internet has been integrated into nearly every business, streetlight and punch clock. A collection of scientists have gathered to create an organization known as the Domain. Their purpose is to allow Artificial intelligence to reach the point where it can assume human traits and be used to enhance physical beings. This bold approach produces a counterculture movement driven by a militant religious sect known as the Army of God. A subversive war rages between these factions worsening the already diminished strength of the world economy. Inevitably, David Brown finds himself in the center of it all.
It is one thing to be the man who almost destroyed society but it is quite another to be his son. David grew up under the dark shadow of his father's horrific misdeeds. His father, Raymond, had a brilliant mind for computers that somehow got out of control when he launched a virus that delivered chaos amongst the masses. Young David has the same gifts as his father and was always a little skeptical of the official story of his Dad's guilt and subsequent death. After receiving a time lapse e-mail insistent upon his innocence David sets off on a journey back into the blackened hallways of his father's past.
Here we are given a world where techology rules not only the economic stability but also the sustainability of humanity. It is in this vortex where ethical walls are breached. Should so much power ever be controlled by the specific knowledge of so few? How can a society be maintained if it is constantly split between those who can afford the ultimate software and those who cannot?
I found myself captivated by the fast-paced action and multiple storylines. As the dueling ideologies espouse their vision, I was struck by the persuasivness of their arguments. Often I wasn't sure who to root for. Each side contains well rounded characters driven by both personal ambition and organizational responsibility. A tug of will between any two produces an explosion of emotional conflict and each of these battles edges their convictions closer to the apex of the government's power center. The author presses forth with curvy heroines and breakneck urgency until a rather abrupt ending stops the reader and forces them into waiting for the next book. While the ending could be considered a cruel teaser, it's still very easy to fall into fandom over this type of writing.
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Daring, innovative, and predictive of ethical quandaries yet to arrive, Unholy Domain is a novel to be reckoned with. Author Dan Ronco utilizes his vast understanding of engineering and technology to give us a vision of the future well within the realm of possibility. This could be one of those rare occasions when we as a people could learn the lessons for mistakes we have yet to make. The drama that defines these lessons is not bad either.
Unholy Domain sets the stage for a future where the internet has been integrated into nearly every business, streetlight and punch clock. A collection of scientists have gathered to create an organization known as the Domain. Their purpose is to allow Artificial intelligence to reach the point where it can assume human traits and be used to enhance physical beings. This bold approach produces a counterculture movement driven by a militant religious sect known as the Army of God. A subversive war rages between these factions worsening the already diminished strength of the world economy. Inevitably, David Brown finds himself in the center of it all.
It is one thing to be the man who almost destroyed society but it is quite another to be his son. David grew up under the dark shadow of his father's horrific misdeeds. His father, Raymond, had a brilliant mind for computers that somehow got out of control when he launched a virus that delivered chaos amongst the masses. Young David has the same gifts as his father and was always a little skeptical of the official story of his Dad's guilt and subsequent death. After receiving a time lapse e-mail insistent upon his innocence David sets off on a journey back into the blackened hallways of his father's past.
Here we are given a world where techology rules not only the economic stability but also the sustainability of humanity. It is in this vortex where ethical walls are breached. Should so much power ever be controlled by the specific knowledge of so few? How can a society be maintained if it is constantly split between those who can afford the ultimate software and those who cannot?
I found myself captivated by the fast-paced action and multiple storylines. As the dueling ideologies espouse their vision, I was struck by the persuasivness of their arguments. Often I wasn't sure who to root for. Each side contains well rounded characters driven by both personal ambition and organizational responsibility. A tug of will between any two produces an explosion of emotional conflict and each of these battles edges their convictions closer to the apex of the government's power center. The author presses forth with curvy heroines and breakneck urgency until a rather abrupt ending stops the reader and forces them into waiting for the next book. While the ending could be considered a cruel teaser, it's still very easy to fall into fandom over this type of writing.
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Monday, June 2, 2008
Unholy Domain Praised by Roundtable Reviews
Reviewed By Jeff Cook
Aside from social media, Wikis, the opportunity to juke out and conquer fellow online bidders and loads and loads of videos of funny monkeys, the internet has opened the doors to new opportunities for science fiction writers. With so much of our personal information and lives intertwined with computers and the World Wide Web, a panoply of what-if scenarios have been posited and explored by a new generation of authors that pick up where Asimov and Dick left off.
Dan Ronco is one of them. In his new novel, UNHOLY DOMAIN, Ronco picks up a decade after a compuer virus named Peacemaker has wiped out computers world-wide; the economies of the greatest nations on earth lie in ruins, people face starvation and desperation on a scale unimaged. Yet humanity is finding its way, propelled by those two engines that have moved progess through the ages since the dawn of time: science, and religion.
On one side is the Church of Natural Humans, a religious faction exalting "natural humanity", those people untainted by technological enhacements or dependency on a computerized world. Led by a charismatic leader, a beautiful and deadly assassin and an army of zealots, the Church seeks to wipe out those who would promote the artificial over the natural.
On the other side lies the Domain, a group of technocrats bent on achieving world domination through the sale of artificial humans and the restoration of global communications that will give them total control of the people and major economies that are in tatters.
In the middle is David Brown, the son of the man accused of creating Peacemaker and a man determined to prove his father was a pawn in the most dangerous game ever played - a game in which the ultimate prize is the world itself.
UNHOLY DOMAIN is a damn scary book filled with fascinating ideas and questions that wrestle with notions of family, security, betrayal, and our dependency on a way of life that can be stripped of us at any whim of a capricious technogod. Ronco writes with a tight, fast-paced style that draws the reader into his world and keeps their pulse-rate high throughout the book. While it is a sequel to his first novel, Peacemaker, new readers are able to fully enjoy the follow-up without the nagging feeling that they're missing something. A terrific new voice in the world of techno-thrillers, Dan Ronco is an author to keep track of.
Dan Ronco is one of them. In his new novel, UNHOLY DOMAIN, Ronco picks up a decade after a compuer virus named Peacemaker has wiped out computers world-wide; the economies of the greatest nations on earth lie in ruins, people face starvation and desperation on a scale unimaged. Yet humanity is finding its way, propelled by those two engines that have moved progess through the ages since the dawn of time: science, and religion.
On one side is the Church of Natural Humans, a religious faction exalting "natural humanity", those people untainted by technological enhacements or dependency on a computerized world. Led by a charismatic leader, a beautiful and deadly assassin and an army of zealots, the Church seeks to wipe out those who would promote the artificial over the natural.
On the other side lies the Domain, a group of technocrats bent on achieving world domination through the sale of artificial humans and the restoration of global communications that will give them total control of the people and major economies that are in tatters.
In the middle is David Brown, the son of the man accused of creating Peacemaker and a man determined to prove his father was a pawn in the most dangerous game ever played - a game in which the ultimate prize is the world itself.
UNHOLY DOMAIN is a damn scary book filled with fascinating ideas and questions that wrestle with notions of family, security, betrayal, and our dependency on a way of life that can be stripped of us at any whim of a capricious technogod. Ronco writes with a tight, fast-paced style that draws the reader into his world and keeps their pulse-rate high throughout the book. While it is a sequel to his first novel, Peacemaker, new readers are able to fully enjoy the follow-up without the nagging feeling that they're missing something. A terrific new voice in the world of techno-thrillers, Dan Ronco is an author to keep track of.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Al Bundy Teaches You How to Protect your PC
Al Bundy checked his watch and cursed as he hurried through the front door of the high school. It was the first session of his computer course, and he was late. He rushed down the hallway carrying his laptop, perspiration sliding down his neck. He was only a couple of minutes late, but Principal McDougal had been keeping a close eye on him. The old battleaxe was trying to build a case that he should be terminated for incompetence. What is wrong with her anyway? This is the school system, not some big corporation that had to make money. She needed to get a life and leave him alone.
He slipped into the classroom, which was filled with students. They all looked enthusiastic and ready to learn.
I hate enthusiasm.
He didn't really want to teach night school classes for adults, but he needed the money. Damn credit cards made it too easy to buy stuff. And his wife Peg had lost her job at the department store because of that stupid fight with a customer. So what the guy was seventy-five, he had landed a few good shots on Peg. She was only defending herself when she threw him into the TV's. The display holding all the sets had collapsed, smashing everything. They fired her on the spot, but at least the store had dropped all the charges. That's Peg's story, anyway.
"Okay class, let's get started," Al said. "My name is Al Bundy and I'm a teacher at this school. This short course is called Protecting your PC. For those of you who haven't figured it out, I'm going to teach you a few basic measures you should do to keep your computer safe."
"Are you a computer science teacher?" one of the women asked.
Al straightened up. "Physical Education."
The class tittered. "But I've had plenty of experience with computers," Al added.
A big middle-aged guy shouted out, "Besides porn?"
The students roared, which really got under Al's skin. He would have thrown the guy out of the class, but the bastard looked like he could kick Al's butt. Then a dopey twenty-something guy in the front row started waving his hand impatiently.
Al sighed. "What do you want? First state your name, then ask your question."
"My name is Tony Balboa." He picked a piece of paper off his desk and held it up for Al to read. "This here schedule says this is the Introduction to Sex Education class. Taught by Jessica Mathews. You're not her, so what the hell is going on?"
Al walked up to Balboa and snatched the calendar out of his hand. Tony had drawn a circle around a description of the sex education class. Al spotted the problem immediately. What a freaking idiot!
"The sex education class was last week. This is last week's calendar."
The idiot scratched his thick black hair. "Let me see."
Al handed the calendar back to Balboa. Tony studied it and then said, "Shit!"
Al smiled at the young idiot's confusion. "Well, Mr. Balboa, I suppose you want to leave now. Don't let us waste your valuable time."
Balboa scratched his head again, staring at Al through puzzled eyes. "So this class is about computer shit?"
"Fraid so. Just dumb ol' computer stuff."
Balboa nodded his head, as if he had decided something. "I'm going to stay in this class. My nephew has a computer, but I don't know how to use it. I need to learn this computer shit."
Al was tempted to try to change his mind, then sighed and mumbled, "What the hell." It didn't matter. Balboa would stay for this class, realize he was in over his head and never show up again.
"Okay," Al said to the class. "Now let's really get started. When you use the Internet, you run the danger of unauthorized software getting into your computer. These undesirable programs could really foul up your PC. They might trash your system, steal information from your files, take control of your PC or just do things to annoy you. These nasty programs are called viruses, worms and Trojans." He looked over the class, hoping there might be some intelligence out there. "Can anyone tell me what these terms mean?"
"Let me answer," Balboa shouted. "I know what a Trojan is."
"No, Balboa, not that kind of Trojan. We're talking about software."
"Yeah, soft wear, that's what I use."
"Balboa, I want you to shut up and listen for the rest of the class. There's an outside chance you might learn something."
"Thank you, professor."
Al leaned back against the front desk. He believed in heavy class participation, not because it was a superior learning technique, but because it allowed him to offload the work to students. If Balboa would shut up, he could get the smart kids to teach most of the class.
A geeky looking kid in the front row raised his hand. When Al nodded, he said, "I'm Wayne B. Click. I design relational databases for ISpy Consulting."
"Not that I want to throw a wet blanket on your party, but why are you taking this class? This is an introductory course, designed for people who don't know squat about computers."
"I understand, Professor Bundy, but my analyst said I had to get out and meet people." He shrugged. "Maybe have sex with some women, too."
"I'm not really interested in your situation, Click. Just explain a computer virus."
"Well, a computer virus is a computer program that can copy itself and infect a computer without permission or knowledge of the user. A virus can only spread from one computer to another when its host software is taken to the uninfected computer, for instance by a user sending mail over the Internet, or by carrying it on a removable medium such as a floppy disk, CD, or USB drive. A computer worm is different. A worm can spread itself to other computers without needing to be transferred as part of a host. A Trojan Horse, like the Greek legend, is a program that looks like another, harmless program. A user is fooled into using it; then it does something nasty."
Click shrugged. "Is that okay, Professor Bundy, or should —."
"Shut up, Click," Al interrupted. "I mean, you did great. Now does anyone have a question?"
A leggy blond in the back row raised her hand, pulling a very short skirt to the top of her thighs. Al moved a couple of strides to his right, trying to get just the right angle to improve the view up her skirt.
If she were only in the front row, but no, I have to get losers like Balboa and Click up here.
"The young legs … lady in the back," Al said.
"My name is Sharon Pebbles, Bindy."
"Bundy, my dear, but you can call me Al."
Sharon shifted in her seat, and to Al's delight, her skirt did the impossible by moving higher. She paused a second, and slowly crossed her gorgeous legs. He'd never seen so much skin in a classroom. Al couldn't speak; for a moment he feared a stroke.
"Bindy, I'm not really interested in all these technical terms. Can't you just tell us what to do to protect our computer." She stood up, ending Al's dreamy view. "Otherwise, I might as well leave right now."
"Please sit down," Al squeaked. After clearing his throat, he said, "We are just getting to that part of the class."
Since Sharon continued to stand, an impatient look spreading over her pretty face, Al decided he had to act fast or this luscious idiot might actually leave. He couldn't risk calling one of these idiot students; he would have to do the work himself.
"The most important step to protect your computer is to take regular backups. At least once a month, make a copy of all your key data files. Anything that you can't afford to lose, back it up and store it offline." He was relieved when Sharon took her seat, restoring his wonderful view. "I backup my files weekly, just to be extra safe. In addition, some really important files — for example my financial information — I back up every day when I finish working with them."
"I got one," Balboa shouted. "I know what you should do."
Why me, Lord?
"Okay, Balboa, what do ya got?"
"It's so simple, you're gonna love it!"
It would have to be simple.
"You planning to tell us anytime soon," Al said. "Class will be over in a few minutes."
"Here it is," Balboa said. "Turn off your PC overnight. If it's off, nobody can stick a Trojan in it."
Al was prepared to laugh, but the damn thing made sense. He himself had a bad habit of leaving his computer on overnight, where it was vulnerable.
"Good suggestion, Balboa. Turn it off overnight or at any time it's not in use for several hours. A computer can't be infected while it's off."
Al looked over the class. "Anyone else with an idea how to keep your PC protected?"
"Never give up confidential information to a stranger," the big middle-aged guy said. He must be six-one and pushing two-fifty, with a beefy face to match. "Watch out for emails, text messaging, chat rooms, everything. You fool around with that freakin' stuff and they'll pick you clean." He looked around and smiled. "Only give confidential information to websites you trust. This is friendly advice, because youse are my classmates."
"Sir, your name, please," Al said.
"Vinny Soprano."
"Didn't I see you in the news last week?"
"You didn't see nuthin."
"My mistake."
Soprano was staring at him, and he didn't look pleased. Time to wrap this up.
"Well, class, that's enough for today. Next week we will get into the specifics of anti-virus software." He moved over again, ready for one last look at Sharon. "See you next week, same time, same place."
Just as Sharon uncrossed her legs, Balboa stepped in front of him, blocking his view. "Great class, Professor Bundy. See you next week."
Al collapsed against the side of the desk. Maybe I could have the class moved to another building. The students filtered out, leaving him alone in the classroom. Or another night. He packed up his laptop and walked toward the door. Or another country.
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He slipped into the classroom, which was filled with students. They all looked enthusiastic and ready to learn.
I hate enthusiasm.
He didn't really want to teach night school classes for adults, but he needed the money. Damn credit cards made it too easy to buy stuff. And his wife Peg had lost her job at the department store because of that stupid fight with a customer. So what the guy was seventy-five, he had landed a few good shots on Peg. She was only defending herself when she threw him into the TV's. The display holding all the sets had collapsed, smashing everything. They fired her on the spot, but at least the store had dropped all the charges. That's Peg's story, anyway.
"Okay class, let's get started," Al said. "My name is Al Bundy and I'm a teacher at this school. This short course is called Protecting your PC. For those of you who haven't figured it out, I'm going to teach you a few basic measures you should do to keep your computer safe."
"Are you a computer science teacher?" one of the women asked.
Al straightened up. "Physical Education."
The class tittered. "But I've had plenty of experience with computers," Al added.
A big middle-aged guy shouted out, "Besides porn?"
The students roared, which really got under Al's skin. He would have thrown the guy out of the class, but the bastard looked like he could kick Al's butt. Then a dopey twenty-something guy in the front row started waving his hand impatiently.
Al sighed. "What do you want? First state your name, then ask your question."
"My name is Tony Balboa." He picked a piece of paper off his desk and held it up for Al to read. "This here schedule says this is the Introduction to Sex Education class. Taught by Jessica Mathews. You're not her, so what the hell is going on?"
Al walked up to Balboa and snatched the calendar out of his hand. Tony had drawn a circle around a description of the sex education class. Al spotted the problem immediately. What a freaking idiot!
"The sex education class was last week. This is last week's calendar."
The idiot scratched his thick black hair. "Let me see."
Al handed the calendar back to Balboa. Tony studied it and then said, "Shit!"
Al smiled at the young idiot's confusion. "Well, Mr. Balboa, I suppose you want to leave now. Don't let us waste your valuable time."
Balboa scratched his head again, staring at Al through puzzled eyes. "So this class is about computer shit?"
"Fraid so. Just dumb ol' computer stuff."
Balboa nodded his head, as if he had decided something. "I'm going to stay in this class. My nephew has a computer, but I don't know how to use it. I need to learn this computer shit."
Al was tempted to try to change his mind, then sighed and mumbled, "What the hell." It didn't matter. Balboa would stay for this class, realize he was in over his head and never show up again.
"Okay," Al said to the class. "Now let's really get started. When you use the Internet, you run the danger of unauthorized software getting into your computer. These undesirable programs could really foul up your PC. They might trash your system, steal information from your files, take control of your PC or just do things to annoy you. These nasty programs are called viruses, worms and Trojans." He looked over the class, hoping there might be some intelligence out there. "Can anyone tell me what these terms mean?"
"Let me answer," Balboa shouted. "I know what a Trojan is."
"No, Balboa, not that kind of Trojan. We're talking about software."
"Yeah, soft wear, that's what I use."
"Balboa, I want you to shut up and listen for the rest of the class. There's an outside chance you might learn something."
"Thank you, professor."
Al leaned back against the front desk. He believed in heavy class participation, not because it was a superior learning technique, but because it allowed him to offload the work to students. If Balboa would shut up, he could get the smart kids to teach most of the class.
A geeky looking kid in the front row raised his hand. When Al nodded, he said, "I'm Wayne B. Click. I design relational databases for ISpy Consulting."
"Not that I want to throw a wet blanket on your party, but why are you taking this class? This is an introductory course, designed for people who don't know squat about computers."
"I understand, Professor Bundy, but my analyst said I had to get out and meet people." He shrugged. "Maybe have sex with some women, too."
"I'm not really interested in your situation, Click. Just explain a computer virus."
"Well, a computer virus is a computer program that can copy itself and infect a computer without permission or knowledge of the user. A virus can only spread from one computer to another when its host software is taken to the uninfected computer, for instance by a user sending mail over the Internet, or by carrying it on a removable medium such as a floppy disk, CD, or USB drive. A computer worm is different. A worm can spread itself to other computers without needing to be transferred as part of a host. A Trojan Horse, like the Greek legend, is a program that looks like another, harmless program. A user is fooled into using it; then it does something nasty."
Click shrugged. "Is that okay, Professor Bundy, or should —."
"Shut up, Click," Al interrupted. "I mean, you did great. Now does anyone have a question?"
A leggy blond in the back row raised her hand, pulling a very short skirt to the top of her thighs. Al moved a couple of strides to his right, trying to get just the right angle to improve the view up her skirt.
If she were only in the front row, but no, I have to get losers like Balboa and Click up here.
"The young legs … lady in the back," Al said.
"My name is Sharon Pebbles, Bindy."
"Bundy, my dear, but you can call me Al."
Sharon shifted in her seat, and to Al's delight, her skirt did the impossible by moving higher. She paused a second, and slowly crossed her gorgeous legs. He'd never seen so much skin in a classroom. Al couldn't speak; for a moment he feared a stroke.
"Bindy, I'm not really interested in all these technical terms. Can't you just tell us what to do to protect our computer." She stood up, ending Al's dreamy view. "Otherwise, I might as well leave right now."
"Please sit down," Al squeaked. After clearing his throat, he said, "We are just getting to that part of the class."
Since Sharon continued to stand, an impatient look spreading over her pretty face, Al decided he had to act fast or this luscious idiot might actually leave. He couldn't risk calling one of these idiot students; he would have to do the work himself.
"The most important step to protect your computer is to take regular backups. At least once a month, make a copy of all your key data files. Anything that you can't afford to lose, back it up and store it offline." He was relieved when Sharon took her seat, restoring his wonderful view. "I backup my files weekly, just to be extra safe. In addition, some really important files — for example my financial information — I back up every day when I finish working with them."
"I got one," Balboa shouted. "I know what you should do."
Why me, Lord?
"Okay, Balboa, what do ya got?"
"It's so simple, you're gonna love it!"
It would have to be simple.
"You planning to tell us anytime soon," Al said. "Class will be over in a few minutes."
"Here it is," Balboa said. "Turn off your PC overnight. If it's off, nobody can stick a Trojan in it."
Al was prepared to laugh, but the damn thing made sense. He himself had a bad habit of leaving his computer on overnight, where it was vulnerable.
"Good suggestion, Balboa. Turn it off overnight or at any time it's not in use for several hours. A computer can't be infected while it's off."
Al looked over the class. "Anyone else with an idea how to keep your PC protected?"
"Never give up confidential information to a stranger," the big middle-aged guy said. He must be six-one and pushing two-fifty, with a beefy face to match. "Watch out for emails, text messaging, chat rooms, everything. You fool around with that freakin' stuff and they'll pick you clean." He looked around and smiled. "Only give confidential information to websites you trust. This is friendly advice, because youse are my classmates."
"Sir, your name, please," Al said.
"Vinny Soprano."
"Didn't I see you in the news last week?"
"You didn't see nuthin."
"My mistake."
Soprano was staring at him, and he didn't look pleased. Time to wrap this up.
"Well, class, that's enough for today. Next week we will get into the specifics of anti-virus software." He moved over again, ready for one last look at Sharon. "See you next week, same time, same place."
Just as Sharon uncrossed her legs, Balboa stepped in front of him, blocking his view. "Great class, Professor Bundy. See you next week."
Al collapsed against the side of the desk. Maybe I could have the class moved to another building. The students filtered out, leaving him alone in the classroom. Or another night. He packed up his laptop and walked toward the door. Or another country.
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