Blog Tour for MOM by Collin Piprell



Magic Circles Series
Book 1
Collin Piprell
Genre: Sci Fi
Publisher: Common Deer Press
Date of Publication: April 5, 2017
ISBN: 9780995072961
Number of pages: 373 pages
Word Count: 100k
Cover Artist: Common Deer Press
Tagline: A mystery thriller set in the second half of the twenty-first century, MOM is the first novel in Collin Piprell’s darkly comic and always thought-provoking MAGIC CIRCLES science-fiction series.
Book Description:
So reads the graffito.
MOM is the mall operations manager — the greatest intelligence in history, a machine awakened to self-awareness at a time when the last few human survivors have withdrawn to the last two remaining refuges on Earth. Quarantined from the global nanobot superorganism outside the malls and from each other inside, the mallsters are utterly dependent on MOM for everything — including the ever-more suspect information they’re getting about the world Outside.
Now the malls are crumbling.
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THERE’S MORE to the Buffalo Shuffle, now,
than lackadaisical dancing.
larger skewedness is lending a hallucinatory edge to things. Cisco believes
it’s inside his head, at first—attributes it to the incessant flicker and flash
and the crash of classic rock ’n’ roll. The dancers
are stepping back and forth, back and forth, over and over, faster and faster,
caught in a local loop. Leary and Brian are still there at the wraparound bar.
“Where’s Bia?” Cisco yells at them as he
young fellers,” says Leary. “You mean to say you’ve gone and misplaced her?”
she good?” Brian leers. The music has suddenly stopped, so this query comes
across loud and clear. Then the lights come up and everything holds still, a
fluorescent morgue.
go-go bar with bright lights and no music,” says Leary. “What a cockroach feels
like caught out in the open.”
are going awry. Cisco’s senses of place and balance tell him he’s moving,
though in fact he’s standing at the bar. He glimpses an evil grin just before
Brian wheels his chair around and heads off towards the back of the bar. Leary
is looking uncharacteristically apprehensive. Things are fast going to hell.
Cisco hasn’t seen this type of disintegration in a long time, even in drills.
Today’s Worlds are supposed to have intregral fail-safes. Nevertheless, Cisco
expects the nausea and handles it. Leary doesn’t look well, but he seems to be
under control. “This isn’t good,” he manages to say before a blast of music
drowns him out.
interesting, from a technical point of view. Spotlit in the gloom at the far
end of the stage a good ten meters away, Cisco can see, in exquisite detail, a
constellation of pink and blue and gold glitter stuck to a dancer’s bare
backside. But the floor at his feet has gone indistinct, a featureless mystery.
Then, when he looks up again, he can’t even see the girl, or the end of the
stage. The flashing red light that marks the toilet is only a pulsing smudge.
checks back to the near distance, and now the detail is surreal. Cisco fights
down another twinge of nausea. The spatio-temporal axes are badly askew. He
looks away from it all to collect himself; he focuses on the floor in time to
see the roach hit-and-run victim reconstitute itself, its mess all coming
together from the smear. Sporting a single bit of red glitter on its carapace,
it scuttles backwards to disappear amid the debris. Cisco is gripped by the
strongest sense of déjà vu he’s ever experienced. He sees Leary deck the burly
tourist, the same guy as before, the same wham-wham-wham combination except
this time from a different perspective. The ebee jerk drops his beer bottle,
and Cisco hears the smash from behind the bar—the visual and spacialized
auditory cues are out of whack. Two or more different pieces of music are
blaring. The beats accelerate, subtly at first, then faster, and Cisco resists
the natural inclination of the heart to race in sympathy. An instant later the
beer reappears on the bar. The guy drops it again, and it smashes. This time
the sound comes from where it should. Cisco watches as the shards reassemble
themselves and the beer is sucked back into the bottle. He ducks at the smash
coming from just above and behind his head. The bottle smashes and reassembles,
smashes and reassembles. The sound is coming from random points, no longer in
phase with the visual representation of the bottle’s impact.
go!” Leary is shouting at him. “Let’s get out of here.” His lips aren’t in sync
with the words. “Sorry, Kid. I’m bailing.” Then he’s gone.
World is falling to pieces. Rapid foreground-background reversals are being
complicated by phase dissonances and fractal oscillations. This is chaos. Cisco
can’t tell whether the motion-and-perspective trackers are functioning; even if
they are, they wouldn’t be able to make sense of this. Bangkok World is fast
disintegrating, reality engines on a runaway track to total dementia. Part of
it briefly resolves itself as a bargirl wobbling past on platform boots—maybe a
real telep, given that she appears to be panicking—though the sound of her
passing doesn’t even register, much less include reverb. A scream issues from
Cisco’s shirt pocket, some woman expressing acute distress, although Cisco
knows she isn’t really in his pocket.
can bail anytime he wants to, but he doesn’t want to yet. He falls against a
barstool and clips his forehead on the bar top. There’s pain, lots of it. More
psychic than physical, but liberal doses of both. He shuts his eyes, pulls
closer to his center. This is only a perceptual thing, this assault on his
integrity. He can handle it. He knows he’s actually safe and sound back in his
own cradle in ESUSA. He knows this, but it doesn’t reassure him as much as it
ought to.


 He looks for his console, just so
he knows it’s there. It isn’t.


About the Author:
Collin Piprell is a Canadian writer and editor resident in Thailand. He is the author of four previous novels and a collection of humorous stories, now out of print, as well as four books on national parks, diving, and coral reefs, which are also out of print. *MOM* is the first novel of Magic Circles, a science-fiction trilogy in progress. Visit to learn more.
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4 Responses to Blog Tour for MOM by Collin Piprell

  1. jenniferlh says:

    Thanks for hosting Collin and MOM!
    ~ Jenn

    Liked by 1 person

  2. collinx says:

    Thank you!

    Liked by 1 person

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