High Rise Orange Groves A novel by, Richard M. Baker, Jr. Available at: www.web-e-books.com Excerpt: I sat on the end of my bed. I stretched out my legs and leaned back on my arms. None of this calling had helped me. My situation was the same. All the ways the scientists had years ago discovered to preserve, freeze, and extend life were worth nothing. It all came down to my sitting there trying to figure out how to live it. Scientists had neglected that part of the equation. Now, they didn’t care if you lived or not, and the authorities preferred the latter. I didn’t know much about the scientific marvels of the past, but did know that the balance of nature had been disrupted. Too many people were too beautiful, too perfect, too intelligent, eventually, too nothing. We, the survivors of all that, were attempting to evolve again while under constant threat of elimination by horrific weaponry and by superiors bent on replacing us with their descendants. So, I asked myself: What can I do but call and call and try to find people to enjoy? If I fight to survive, maybe I’ll live to see change. Maybe sterilization will end and I’ll see a child before I die. If the Earth is allowed to recover, I might see a tree. Funny how quickly we go from hopeful to doubtful. A realist, I knew more than most about mankind’s impending doom. Teddie came to mind next, but her image was fading, becoming as pale as she was white. She didn’t reflect herself, touch or make me yearn for her. Cat did. Why? She’s more human, I thought. I should go to her room, go in when she opens the door and tell her that I’ve left Teddie. I think I can sleep with her now. There in the dark, I can do it, and hold her, and possibly feel great contentment. And yet, I didn’t move for a long time. The longer I sat the more I began to compare my state of mind to that of the woman across the hall. Once, I thought it would be better not to have a mind. Finally, light-headed, I shook my head and stood up, swayed, and thought: Cat is the only one I can go to, and I’m not sure she’ll have me. I may have no one. I walked to the bathroom to splash my face with cool water. As my head cleared, I was absolutely horrified by the past few minutes of mental torment. I vowed not to sit that long again and let myself fall that far. I had to survive. I had to live. I had to go to Cat, to push my way in if necessary, anything but give up like the woman across the hall.

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High Rise Orange Groves - a smoking hot new futuristic e-book that predicted the era of social networking as a consequence of the sexual revolution in a dystopian world. Adult literature - serious, but as wild as it gets. Written by a man from a male's point of view. The excerpt is short because we could only find short passages that did not include unrestrained and uncensored scenes. Absolutely, break-through literature. Radical.

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High Rise Orange Groves

A novel by,

Richard M. Baker, Jr.

Available at: www.web-e-books.com

Excerpt:

I sat on the end of my bed. I stretched out my legs and leaned back on my arms.

None of this calling had helped me. My situation was the same. All the ways the scientists

had years ago discovered to preserve, freeze, and extend life were worth nothing. It all

came down to my sitting there trying to figure out how to live it. Scientists had neglected

that part of the equation. Now, they didn’t care if you lived or not, and the authorities

preferred the latter.

I didn’t know much about the scientific marvels of the past, but did know that the

balance of nature had been disrupted. Too many people were too beautiful, too perfect, too

intelligent, eventually, too nothing. We, the survivors of all that, were attempting to evolve

again while under constant threat of elimination by horrific weaponry and by superiors

bent on replacing us with their descendants. So, I asked myself: What can I do but call and

call and try to find people to enjoy? If I fight to survive, maybe I’ll live to see change. Maybe

sterilization will end and I’ll see a child before I die. If the Earth is allowed to recover, I

might see a tree.

Funny how quickly we go from hopeful to doubtful. A realist, I knew more than

most about mankind’s impending doom. Teddie came to mind next, but her image was

fading, becoming as pale as she was white. She didn’t reflect herself, touch or make me

yearn for her. Cat did. Why?

She’s more human, I thought. I should go to her room, go in when she opens the

door and tell her that I’ve left Teddie. I think I can sleep with her now. There in the dark, I

can do it, and hold her, and possibly feel great contentment.

And yet, I didn’t move for a long time. The longer I sat the more I began to compare

my state of mind to that of the woman across the hall. Once, I thought it would be better not

to have a mind. Finally, light-headed, I shook my head and stood up, swayed, and thought:

Cat is the only one I can go to, and I’m not sure she’ll have me. I may have no one.

I walked to the bathroom to splash my face with cool water. As my head cleared, I

was absolutely horrified by the past few minutes of mental torment. I vowed not to sit that

long again and let myself fall that far. I had to survive. I had to live. I had to go to Cat, to

push my way in if necessary, anything but give up like the woman across the hall.

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