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 him and the innocent Christin: a tangled, twisted 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 the future present where information on an individual can be so comprehensive, so insidiously granular and minute, that people 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.