The Traveler's Companion Read Online Free Page B
Author: Christopher John Chater
ultimately be his downfall. He died of a heart attack at 47, utterly broke. C.C. was just 17.
He and his mother later settled in the south of France, the exact whereabouts unknown.
A few years later, C.C. Go’s journal would come in handy. At the age of 19 he published his first book: The Traveler’s Companion . But it wasn’t a book one could find at the local bookstore. It was an elegantly leather-bound abomination containing illustrations, maps, and coordinates to all of the places his father had visited. While on any continent, the owner of such a book was only a few hours from acquiring a concubine, purchasing drugs, or gaining instant access to secret societies. For the wealthy hedonist, it was a dream come true. There were only ten copies printed, all of which were sold to his mother’s various contacts for ten thousand dollars each. The owners were sworn to secrecy and promised a second edition, more places, more debauchery.
At age 20, C.C. Go set out to travel the world to research the sequel. One year later, he returned with it. This edition included contact arrangements for drug cartels, black market information including where to buy human organs, the locations of orgies, and where to acquire slaves. Subsequent books would contain in them places to assume a new identity, where to find forged documentation of any kind, and web addresses to some of the many exclusive clubs on the Internet. Secret Intel obtained by United States officials have also confirmed that an ocean vessel at sea in the Atlantic, cloaked by advanced antiradar technology, was also listed as a destination in one of his latest books. What went on during this vessel’s voyage was unknown, and because his books are obsolete after one year, no one will ever know.
In owning a copy of The Traveler’s Companion , one thing is certain: the level of debauchery is only limited by the bravery of the user. And although obtaining a copy has been impossible for the average person, as well as the CIA, C.C. Go was a millionaire by age 25.
He has been on the CIA’s top ten most wanted list for five consecutive years, yet no one is actually sure if he’s a real person. His name is on the bindings of the most notorious books in history, but no biographical information has been found. All that exists is a psych profile extrapolated from urban myths.
Considering the women he’s rumored to have dated, analysts presume him to be handsome. He inherited his mother’s dark complexion and his father’s style. His height is estimated at 5¹11º to 6¹1º and his weight might be anywhere from 160 to 180 pounds. CIA psychologists agree with rumors of his being a womanizer given his upbringing. Growing up on the road would have made it difficult to establish lasting relationships. The trauma of witnessing his father’s prurient lifestyle might have made him, not only unwilling, but unable to establish a committed emotional bond.
A footnote read:
A rumor that he lived on the moon started when one of his books allegedly included a trip on the Space Shuttle. A well-known musician was scheduled to take the trip, but when the news got out, an investigation was conducted. When the musician’s house was searched, embers from a leather-bound book were found in his fireplace. He denied everything.
CHAPTER 3
Melissa Fleming was a young woman of twenty-two, more cute than beautiful, and now completely catatonic. Her eyes were closed and her face was ghostly white. EEG wires streamed out from her head and intertwined with her bleached-blonde hair.
Angela ran her head up and down the girl’s body like a pendulum. It might have looked humorous to an observer, but out of all of Angela’s senses her olfactory sense was her most valuable. Forty thousand skin cells left the human body per minute, and the synthetic nasal receptor cells inside her nostrils could use any one of them to run a DNA analysis. With one whiff of Melissa’s breath, Angela knew the type of
He and his mother later settled in the south of France, the exact whereabouts unknown.
A few years later, C.C. Go’s journal would come in handy. At the age of 19 he published his first book: The Traveler’s Companion . But it wasn’t a book one could find at the local bookstore. It was an elegantly leather-bound abomination containing illustrations, maps, and coordinates to all of the places his father had visited. While on any continent, the owner of such a book was only a few hours from acquiring a concubine, purchasing drugs, or gaining instant access to secret societies. For the wealthy hedonist, it was a dream come true. There were only ten copies printed, all of which were sold to his mother’s various contacts for ten thousand dollars each. The owners were sworn to secrecy and promised a second edition, more places, more debauchery.
At age 20, C.C. Go set out to travel the world to research the sequel. One year later, he returned with it. This edition included contact arrangements for drug cartels, black market information including where to buy human organs, the locations of orgies, and where to acquire slaves. Subsequent books would contain in them places to assume a new identity, where to find forged documentation of any kind, and web addresses to some of the many exclusive clubs on the Internet. Secret Intel obtained by United States officials have also confirmed that an ocean vessel at sea in the Atlantic, cloaked by advanced antiradar technology, was also listed as a destination in one of his latest books. What went on during this vessel’s voyage was unknown, and because his books are obsolete after one year, no one will ever know.
In owning a copy of The Traveler’s Companion , one thing is certain: the level of debauchery is only limited by the bravery of the user. And although obtaining a copy has been impossible for the average person, as well as the CIA, C.C. Go was a millionaire by age 25.
He has been on the CIA’s top ten most wanted list for five consecutive years, yet no one is actually sure if he’s a real person. His name is on the bindings of the most notorious books in history, but no biographical information has been found. All that exists is a psych profile extrapolated from urban myths.
Considering the women he’s rumored to have dated, analysts presume him to be handsome. He inherited his mother’s dark complexion and his father’s style. His height is estimated at 5¹11º to 6¹1º and his weight might be anywhere from 160 to 180 pounds. CIA psychologists agree with rumors of his being a womanizer given his upbringing. Growing up on the road would have made it difficult to establish lasting relationships. The trauma of witnessing his father’s prurient lifestyle might have made him, not only unwilling, but unable to establish a committed emotional bond.
A footnote read:
A rumor that he lived on the moon started when one of his books allegedly included a trip on the Space Shuttle. A well-known musician was scheduled to take the trip, but when the news got out, an investigation was conducted. When the musician’s house was searched, embers from a leather-bound book were found in his fireplace. He denied everything.
CHAPTER 3
Melissa Fleming was a young woman of twenty-two, more cute than beautiful, and now completely catatonic. Her eyes were closed and her face was ghostly white. EEG wires streamed out from her head and intertwined with her bleached-blonde hair.
Angela ran her head up and down the girl’s body like a pendulum. It might have looked humorous to an observer, but out of all of Angela’s senses her olfactory sense was her most valuable. Forty thousand skin cells left the human body per minute, and the synthetic nasal receptor cells inside her nostrils could use any one of them to run a DNA analysis. With one whiff of Melissa’s breath, Angela knew the type of
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