It was his ears, they all said. Some people can spot danger, some can
smell it, but no one could hear it like Morgan could. When the mob came
storming through the woods, his cabin would be empty, with only the faintest
trace that he had ever lived there remaining. A single sock, a disposable
contact lens. No more. No more.
has spent years fleeing higher authorities, the kind that are usually
explained as "swamp gas" or "weather balloons". Once
the saucer crashed, over a decade ago, he changed his name (from Whitley
Streiber) and started working in new media. While tasks such as crafting
fine copy, creating high level user strategies, building detailed information
architectures, and managing complex projects may have satisfied clients
like IBM and Payless ShoeSource, it did nothing to ward off the danger
that he knew would come once the aliens penetrated his disguise.
don't mention this bio to anyone wearing a black suit who drops out of
the sky in an unmarked helicopter. Thanks!
> What is it?
> The Basque
> Jacob Nelson
> The Rasta Lions
> The Hat Squad
> JCN, Inc.
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