The Collector

Olivia M. Ravensworth Steamy Stories

In a grim postnuclear nearfuture, Garrett is wealthy entrepreneurengineer with a penchant for collecting. His deepdug shelter overlooking the twisted and flashburned Golden Gate Bridge contains everything the solitary man could ever desire closedloop recycling and mountains of vacuumpacked supplies, tools and spare parts for his restless tinkering, his library of oldfashioned printed books, his prized firearms…and a staggeringly wide selection of erotica, along with expensive highend roboticized love dolls that can cater to his any and every whim. The methodical, introspective Garrett is determined to survive in this poisoned, ruined world. He has always been driven to succeed, after all, in whatever the contest has been. Yet even as he tries to busy himself in puttering in his laboratories and his archives, when his armored, radiocontrolled crawler crunches through a litter of bleached bones in his remote exploration of the eerily glowing ruins of hydrogenbombed San Francisco, it is hard, so hard, to believe that life really means anything anymore. Oh, Garrett has his memories of all the beautiful $10,000anhour escorts he once had frequented, his endless terabytes of porno of all possible variety, and his harem of shapely silicone playmates to be pulled out of storage whenever he needs something to use and abuse, to tease and torment and punish…or even simply to talk to. But there has to be more than that, doesn’t there? Yet exactly what, the melancholy man cannot say. One morning, however, Garrett’s longrange crawler tops a rise in the wilds beyond the zone of total destruction, and for the first time he sights other living human beings. And among these ragtag survivors is one particular brunette, an intelligentseeming blackhaired girl of perhaps twentyeight or thirty whose sly eyes and crooked, redlipped smile just might make life worth living once again…

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