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"...the printed word and the paper it's printed on (not worth anything)"

   Barry Andrews/Shriekback, `Lines from the Library'

Genesis had received one of Kely's typically cryptic mail messages that morning: `Am trapped in the Syndaine State Library. Please read me'. So he went down to the Simulation bay, plugged himself in, stuck his credit card in the slot. Reality faded and was replaced by the communal electronic fantasy-world of Syndaine.

She was a woman who was used to getting what she wanted. She was rich, and she knew money could get you, eventually albeit, whatever you desired. Unfortunately, what she desired most had been unattainable, that is until now. Her husband, a talented plastic surgeon (actually an artiste -- he was an amazing sculptor of the human body) who had long catered to the extreme end of plastic surgery (Models, and strippers and the what-not who wanted only the very largest in implants, and similar type body-work) had come up with an ingenuous solution to the hazards of the silicon implant.

What you’re about to read is an alternative ending to the movie “My Best Friend’s Wedding”. In case you don’t know the movie, just enjoy it as an inflation story, but if you do know the movie, here’s where the new ending begins… I’ve chosen to refer to the characters by the names of the actors because I’m sure we’d all love to see Julia Roberts and Cameron Diaz (especially Cameron, if you ask me) inflate and it sounds better to use their actual names.

Roger often referred to Leslie as a "living contradiction." She had an outlandishly outgoing and unabashed personality that was far too large for a woman who seemed so delicate and petite in every other way. Her bright, playful smile and twinkling blue eyes only served to add to her air of impishness. Her oversized attitude had been the second thing that had drawn Roger to her; he’d always had a thing for redheads.