CHAPTER ONE - GHOST
My name is Morris Dempsey. I've been working on the docks in New York for about twelve years. I am thirty-five years old. I am what women call a handsome man. I have black eyes, I am tall and athletic body. I'm a quiet, observant type. Some people find me unfriendly, but I do not bother to change the image. It will not increase my salary. At the moment I'm waiting for work, waiting for ships to arrive, sitting in a chair and staring at the horizon. That's how the three young people who are on my team meet me and play with me, Don, Steve and Rooney. They took a few minutes off and went to take a chance. Don, the younger one calls me Ghost of the Wharf. It says that I live thoughtful and absorbed. I play with him, that my physical body is on the docks of New York, but my quantum body has been visiting a dimension. He chuckles. Rooney asks if I see some allien and Steve ends up mocking that there is no mirror there. I chuckle. I look back at the horizon. It's good that my young work friends think so. It was going to be very complicated if they'd imagined that I'd told them the purest and immediate truth.
It was twenty years ago that I had my first experience with time and physics. He had accompanied everything published on scientific research, read the books of Adoushuxley, rapturous Ray Bradbury, and had seen all the serials of science fiction. Impressive how it all had to do with me. The nasa had been making more launches of manned rockets, only small probes in search of information. The dream of being an astronatua often crossed my mind. I had a very crazy girl in love with me and said that she had received a secret US government mission to take part in a secret space mission. She was crying outright. I spoke so sincerely that she believed me. when I tried to deny it, she said that I wanted to spare her. I already saw my body in fragments falling into the sea. It was no use saying that my body and the probe itself would not resist entry into the atmosphere. Once we were in the middle of a fucking thing and asked if the American government intended to get women into the project. She wanted to die by my side. I did not hold ... I had to burst into laughter.

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THE FIVE MAN DIMENSES
Science FictionMy name is Morris Dempsey. I work here on the docks in New York. I live near Central Park. Neighbor of the estate where Jonhn Lennon died. An apartment family heirloom. I'm very original and it makes me copied. Many men would like to look like me, t...