Title: Our Dried Voices
Author: Greg Hickey
Genre: Sci-Fi
In 2153, cancer was cured. In 2189, AIDS. And in 2235, the last members of the human race traveled to a far distant planet called Pearl to begin the next chapter of humanity.
Several hundred years after their arrival, the remainder of humans live in a utopian colony in which every need is satisfied automatically, and there is no need for human labor, struggle or thought. But when the machines that regulate the colony begin to malfunction, the colonists are faced with a test for the first time in their existence.
With the lives of the colonists at stake, it is left to a young man named Samuel to repair these breakdowns and save the colony. Aided by his friend Penny, Samuel rises to meet each challenge. But he soon discovers a mysterious group of people behind each of these problems, and he must somehow find and defeat these saboteurs in order to rescue his colony.
From
Chapter IV
They
eyed each other across the meadow, glancing back and forth from the copper-eyed
woman to one another, until they gradually shifted their attention away from
their target. Though there was some coarse polish to her movements, this new female
was but a child learning to walk in the shadow of its mother in comparison to
the grace of the copper-eyed woman. Soon they lost sight of her in the veils of
silver mist. They followed a rough estimate of her course for a few minutes
more until their paths drew closer and closer and finally intersected. They stopped
and faced each other. The rain pitter-pattered on the leaves of the tree next
to them. This new woman seemed to be about Samuel’s age, perhaps a year or two
older. Her eyes were large and black, rather empty and without any spark. But
though they emitted no light, they appeared to draw the world into them,
collecting all the rays of light reflected by the objects caught in her gaze.
Samuel
spoke first. “Hello.”
The
woman’s big eyes grew even wider and she seemed to fade away from him, although
in actuality she did not step back one centimeter.
She
frowned furiously. “Hellohoweryou?”
“Goodtha—”
Samuel began to reply and then stopped. That
was not right. He tried to speak again, but his tongue and lips felt heavy
and sluggish. “How... how are... you?” he managed.
Her face drained of
emotion. “Goodthankshoweryou?” she said.
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About the Author
Greg Hickey was born in Evanston, Illinois in 1985. After graduating from Pomona College in 2008, he played and coached baseball in Sweden and South Africa. He is now a forensic scientist, endurance athlete and award-winning writer. He lives in Chicago with his wife, Lindsay.
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