Prequel to the Descents of Dragos. These stories tell the tale of the bazillionaire known as Norman and his rediscovery of magic.

The Factoid of Norman

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May 4th, 2054

The sun was hot and the noonday was not moving on. Such a miserable time was this. The rain that was supposed to come, failed to come this far south. The initiative of congress was to approve a scientific based weather machine, but like everything made these days, the raw materials were floating in the ocean as trash. 

The floating continent of Plastic-ville was something that modern man had achieved in no less than a 100 years. Indeed the ville actually had a population of four hundred thousand. All living on the trash of yesteryear. Norman wasn’t sure how they all survived without dirt but they did. 

Norman worked as a lawn maintenance doctor. He actually had a Physical Doctorate in lawn maintenance because some knuckle head around 2033 decided that if people do not have doctorates, they are not worth hiring. So doctorates of all fields and mannerisms came into existence. Some were bought online. Others that worked hard and graduated school, actually maintained at least three different doctorates. One for their field, one for research and another for the painstaking insanity of paying that amount of money for something that held no real meaning. No, Norman had bought his degree, his proof of work. The insanity of the world was one without balance.

But that was about to change. Because even though one was required to get a work license, ahem, degree, the lottery existed still. A lot of money could still be acquired quickly. Four hundred million dollars of what was supposed to be a billion, an education lottery. The irony was not lost on Norman. Now most older men would have told him to invest fast and with good intentions, however, the whole wad would have barely bought him a share with the shipping company that he bought from all the time. 

So though his lottery winnings may have saved him from work for twenty years. He decided that he ought to invest in a genetic research company and seek a way to live forever.