It’s the middle of the night.  I’m driving down a winding country road, when suddenly I hear THUMP on the roof my car.  I open the glove compartment, snatch out a .44 magnum, and blast holes through my roof (I’ve just suffered through a straight week of powerpoint presentations, so I’m a little on edge).  A chitinous, spiny arm crashes through the driver-side window and yanks the wheel left.  A split-second later my car careens into a tree and I’m slapped by a faceful of airbag.  That freakish arm yanks me from my car, and I see that my assailant is some kind of gross-ass insectoid; it’s got a fly’s head with a set of Predator mandibles.  “Don’t recognize me?” it buzzes.  I squint closer at it and observe a confusing blur of mannerisms…not just from my professors but also my boss, an open-letter enthusiast that accosted me with some whiny petition, a local head of PTA that rules with a perfectly manicured iron fist, my ex…the list goes on—every dumbass that I’ve ever known throughout my entire life is present in this thing…and then it dawns on me:  “You’re every dickhead I’ve known…all rolled into one,” I slowly say.  “You’ve harried me my whole life…” Then I pull a line from Skywalker at the end of Empire:  “No…no…that’s not true…that’s IMPOSSIBLE!”  The fly-thing cuts loose with buzzing laughter, and I open my eReader to Echo.  Magic flash.  The skies crack with thunder.  A yoked-out, bearded silhouette drops from the heavens and karate-chops the monster before me.  Chuck Norris lands in a crouch with samurai-worthy composure as the thing before me stops giggling and slides apart into two distinct, longwise pieces of fly-person.  Chuck tosses me an ion repeater and a steady look.  “Come on,” he says, “there are more of these things out there.”

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