Stories

Here you will find my occasional short story, scenes from my published novels that ended up on the cutting-room floor, reviews of my published novels, or sneak-preview scenes from my next novel.

Praise for The METAPHOR Deception

“A story and protagonist shrouded in mystery run through with suspense and espionage. In Adams’ debut techno-thriller, a cunning mathematical genius in Baltimore has to prove he’s not a mole working for North Korea by exposing the real one. … Despite the technology-laden plot, Adams keeps the story relatively simple … The author knows how to heighten anticipation … The protagonist is delectably perplexing … Adams enriches the story with numerous characters … There are also a few dead bodies before it’s all over…”—Kirkus Reviews (click here for the full review at kirkusreviews.com).

Author’s Note

This is the Author’s Note that I put here rather than in the book.

The Metaphor Deception by Birch Adams

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Some authors like to boast that practically everything in their novel is real, that they’ve visited every location and met every character and have the photos to prove it. This after they just said in their legalese that everything is made up. These authors then go on to detail the things in their novel that are not real.

I am not a Russian. I am not a spy. I have never worked for the NSA or stepped inside one of their buildings, though I know people who have. I have never written an encryption algorithm, met anyone who has, or seen one written out. Since I have never worked there, I have applied a liberal dose of creative license in describing the algorithm group at the NSA where Nichols and Gustav work. My intuition tells me that, if such a group did exist, its members would likely be monitored to ensure the integrity of their products.

I have never worked for an information-assurance firm, though again I know people who have. To ensure my fictitious Fourier could not possibly be mistaken for an actual firm, I placed it on a hill, surrounded by a forest, neither of which exists just south and inland of beautiful La Jolla in southern California.

I have never bugged an office. If I wished to bug an office, the creative engineer in me could think of ways to do it. The way I settled on in the story is entirely original with me, meaning I have no idea if such a thing has ever been tried.

I have never worked for the FBI, entered one of their buildings, or met anyone who has. I have seen the FBI field office in San Diego, and it did occur to me that there might be a windowless fourth floor, though, if one does exist, what goes on there is probably a secret.

I have never been to Lackland Air Force Base, much less attended a CPSG meeting there, but once more I know people who have. The facilities that I describe there have been borrowed from other places that I have visited.

If I were a president, I would want a cell phone to help me run the country when I’m not in the office. I don’t know who makes the president’s cell phone, but I would assume that tapping into it would be the foreign intelligence coup of all time.