Glass House 51 is the insanely amazing adventure—or misadventure—of a lifetime, of one Richard Clayborne, a hard-charging young marketing maverick at gigantic AlphaBanc’s San Francisco branch. Hyper-ambitious Richard has been offered an intriguing assignment: Get online via NEXSX and make e-time with the lovely, brilliant (and doomed) Chicagoan Christin Darrow. All to set a trap for the reclusive—and very deadly—computer genius, Norman Dunne, aka the Gnome. Why? Three lovely young women dead in the streets of Chicago. And the Gnome, a former AlphaBanc employee, is the main suspect. But there just might be another AlphaBanc agenda in the works. . . . Little does clueless Richard know what is in store for he and the innocent Christin: a tangled, twisted—and very treacherous—journey through the AlphaBanc underground, but by the time he realizes it, they’re in too deep to get out. Glass House 51 transports us to a brave new world where information on an individual can be so comprehensive, so insidiously granular and minute, that folks can become information “specimens†kept by perverse “collectors†. . . like butterflies in a virtual bottle. Glass House 51 is humbly dedicated to George Orwell and Aldous Huxley, massive contributors to the collective conscience of our modern age. They saw it coming; they saw it first; they warned us. We learned nothing.