Bug Park
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Fifteen-year-old Kevin Heber’s scientist father, Eric, has founded a company to develop and exploit a unique "Direct Neural Coupled" (DNC) technology that makes ii possible to experience the illusion of actually being an insect-size robot. The commercial possibilities for exploring and manipulating the world at the miniature scale are immense; also, Kevin has a best friend, Taki, whose uncle is interested in developing a backyard game that the boys have invented into a totally new form of entertainment attraction. The terms he is willing to offer could make Kevin and Taki millionaires before they are twenty.

However, others have envious designs on the potential that’s at stake, too--in particular, Martin Payne, president of Microbotics, the corporation that Eric once worked for, who turned down the option of going with DNC. In the course of trying to trace one of their "micromecs" that has gone missing, Kevin and Taki discover that Kevin’s stepmother, Vanessa, is in league with Payne. They have to turn to others for help, and this leads to the uncovering of a sinister plot involving a micro-robot assassin to murder Eric, disinherit Kevin, and take control of Eric’s company and its patents.

But the authorities can’t act without proof, and so the characters take it upon themselves to concoct a bizarre scheme using remote-operated mecs as espionage agents to enter a hostile lawyer’s office and extract the evidence. This, of course, goes wrong, and things develop into a series of hastily improvised actions in which the miniature robots battle the mechanical assassin bug that’s trying to get to Eric, travel miles to extricate Kevin from a situation of being "trapped" in a neural coupler that can’t be deactivated, and finally disabling and then sinking a luxury yacht in which Vanessa, Payne, and their cohorts are attempting to escape.

And the title? It’s what Kevin and Taki call their lakeside adventure park behind Kevin’s house. My agent used the term jokingly in a letter, I adopted it as the working label, everybody seemed to like it, and it just kind of stuck.

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