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ISBN-10: 1-77115-401-2
Genre: Science Fiction/Fantasy/SF
eBook Length: 246 Pages
Published: March 2018

From inside the flap

FLIT is the true story of the Instantaneous Transport Portal, believed to have been discovered many years ago by forgotten NASA scientists and suppressed by the government. The ITP was deemed too disruptive to the status quo because it offered instant transport of people between any location, making every form of physical transport obsolete and eliminating all the ancillary services supporting it across the entire world. But the invention eventually gets out and this is the story of what happens when the concept of a locale becomes meaningless, and how the machine shatters the world economy and people's lives in completely unforeseen ways.

Flit (Excerpt)


The populist image of a lone amateur tinkerer in a basement or garage workshop inventing cold nuclear fusion or a time machine, or perhaps a teleporter, is admittedly a romantic one-but entirely absurd in reality. Such activity requires vast untold resources; just the mega-joule power consumption alone is way beyond the scope of any individual. The era of do it yourself sophisticated inventions is long over.

There is also the urban legend about certain inventions, like the 100 mile per gallon carburetor or wireless free electricity being suppressed by whispery government agencies or greedy corporations-well, that particular myth is a little harder to dismiss...

This is the true story of the invention that radically changed the world. It is often unbelievable, but then again, fact is always stranger than fiction. The story is amassed from hundreds of sources: eyewitnesses, public and private records, news reports, and every kind of media. Some of these sources cannot to this day be revealed for various reasons, but rest assured all have been thoroughly vetted and are factual.

And finally, yes there is some speculation contained within, but only when the facts support it...

One - 2017

As is the case with most life changing events, there was no warning this one was hurtling down the tracks at breakneck speed like a runaway train. Edward Lassiter went to work as usual, fighting bumper to bumper traffic all the way. His job was as usual mind-numbingly boring. He had an early lunch just to get away from the computer for a precious hour.

"What'll it be?" Shirley, the oldest waitress at the diner around the block asked. She never bothered to ask his name though he had been coming there for over a year, but she always waited on him. "We have a meatloaf special today," she intoned in a take it or leave it manner.

"Umm, what comes with that?" Lassiter wanted to know what he was getting into. The diner was fast and inexpensive and clean-at least he never got food poisoning-and fairly tasty, though it would never win any gourmet awards.

"Two slices of meatloaf, mashed potatoes and gravy, and carrots," she rattled off automatically.

"Could I get peas instead of carrots?" Edward asked. Meatloaf with mashed potatoes and peas was his all time favorite meal, a throwback to his childhood for some reason, despite the fact his mother made the worst meatloaf in history.

Shirley glanced up from her order pad and gave him a look, "Sure, why not? Live a little..."

Edward felt a little drowsy in the afternoon as a result of the too heavy lunch special. Through droopy eyelids, the directory he found on the remote server late in the work day was innocuous sounding since the files within it had numbers instead of names. It all seemed to be shaping up as another boring project on something like the effects of classical music on soybean growth. But since he was tasked with cleaning up the archives, he went ahead and looked at them, after noting the file creation date was back in 1994, more than 23 years prior.

Edward was a sub-contractor hired by Logic Systems, a firm founded by a former low level Pentagon official, who none the less knew enough to navigate the byzantine government procurement process and do quite nicely for himself. His insider knowledge and efforts kept the company's pipeline full of projects, and his bank account filled with checks from Uncle Sam. One of those contracts was to purge the millions of files in the Federal government's vast digital archives, which reduced the need for excess storage and thereby government waste, pursuant to the Paperwork Reduction Act. The owner of Logic Systems knew nothing about how to actually do things like that, so he simply hired people like Edward. And by going the contactor route, he didn't have to give them any benefits either.

Lassiter was a man who felt unfulfilled and dissatisfied, although he would readily admit, mostly with himself. He had missed many opportunities by being overly cautious and risk averse. He missed the stock market peaks; he stayed out of the housing market bubble. He overlooked the surge in gold prices. Each time when those were on the down side he congratulated himself on his wise presence of mind. But each time he saw his friends and others get rich because they took risks. Then Edward began to read the contents of the nondescript files he had found.

At first what was in the files seemed like a joke or a prank and his finger hovered over the DELETE key. But if there was one thing Edward learned during his time at this job, it was that the government didn't joke. Everything the government did and recorded was deadly serious-to them at least-even if it really wasn't. So right away this seemed different and odd. Some of what he read was tedious and dull scientific jargon, so Edward did what his wife's mother did when she read a book: he skipped to the end and started reading the last files. His breathing got strained and he felt heart palpitations! This project had succeeded after all! But the files abruptly ended in the summer of 2000. There were no file creation dates after that, no file modifications. The sequence just ended.

Edward Lassiter was not a stupid man. He had an IQ of 132 and the second highest security clearance issued by the U.S. government. When he realized the significance of what was in those files, he was determined not to make the same mistake again. And besides, he recalled Shirley's words from the diner: 'Live a little'. It seemed like a sign. He glanced around the room of cubicles warily. No one else seemed to be paying attention to him; they were all hunched over their own computer screens, doing their work. So Edward took a deep breath and committed a Federal offense punishable by many years in prison. He carefully downloaded the contents of the files to his desktop workstation and stored them in an encrypted temp directory where he could peruse them without being too obvious over the network.

Just then his worthless, dumbass manager strolled down the alley of cubicles, glancing to and fro at his minions to make sure they were all busy little beavers right up until quitting time. Edward froze, thinking for a second maybe he had been noticed. But his supervisor passed on by.

Then Lassiter deleted the originals from the remote NSA server.