Synths (eBook)

Jerry Farnham (Autor)

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2024 | 1. Auflage
85 Seiten
Bookbaby (Verlag)
979-8-3509-8560-3 (ISBN)

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100 years into the future what will the world look like? Synths takes place 100 years into the future in which synthetic life is the looming question world wide. If the world only knew.

Jerry Farnham, the author of the Red At Night series (4.9 stars on iBooks, 4.5 on Amazon) tries his skills on a Sci-Fi.

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100 years into the future what will the world look like? Synths takes place 100 years into the future in which synthetic life is the looming question world wide. If the world only knew. Follow the development and rogue implementation of synthetic life. How will our heroine Jayce deal with synthetic life forms, those that are for it and those against it.

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Synths

Chapter 2

GIC vehicles and agents were all over the Global Senate grounds. It looked like an ant colony that had just been disturbed. Bob Umberfield’s body had been removed by GIC Section 1. The first responders found three 15mm holes in his chest but when they tried to do chest compressions blood shot out of them like geysers. The AED was useless. There was so much internal trauma, it didn’t even recognize it was on a human body. Nobody heard or saw anything, just the three holes spilling out blood suddenly.

Agent Titum Dawson had just arrived at the scene. As GIC Section 2’s lead agent, this case fell directly in his lap. Agent Dawson’s career had been on a fast track, although it was a bumpy fast track. He had a reputation as a great agent. He solved his cases quickly, conducted himself professionally, came in early and stayed late. His peers said he was a pit-bull in a suit. What kept him from being an excellent agent was his lack of respect for leadership. He was never disrespectful to them personally, but he had a tendency to follow a case and disregard boundaries, often running around the world and not telling his supervisors where he was or where he was going. The GIC had dispatched him to this case immediately, but he was a little shocked that the Section 2 Director hadn’t called him yet. He walked around the crime scene while listening to the recorded interviews of bystanders. He stood about where Umberfield had been standing and looked out, trying to find where the shooter may have been.

“Are you Agent Dawson?” said a young woman in a business suit.

“Yup, that’s me, what do you have for me?” He asked without looking in the direction of the voice, focusing more on possible shooter locations.

“Phone, sir.”

“Sorry, I have a GIC encrypted phone; I can’t let you use it. Also, I am a bit busy; we just had an assassination within a few meters of the Global Senate complex.”

“No, sir, the phone is for you.”

He finally looked up and saw the young lady, with her arm out holding a GIC issued phone just like his. He was confused and really didn’t want to be right now. He had enough on his plate without the GIC playing games. He grabbed the phone as politely as he could.

“Hello, this is Agent Dawson.”

“Agent Dawson, this is Chief Director of the GIC. I am now sending your own encrypted GIC phone a text message with the verification word of the day. Do you remember the word?”

“Yes, sir.” He looked at his phone and saw the text message. “HORSESHOE”. He pulled out his wallet to double-check what he had written down. Horseshoe was the highest security validation word for the day.

“Ok, umm, I am not cleared that high, but you already know that. How can I help you?”

“Agent Dawson, we have been watching the Old Way quite closely. We have no proof they are involved in this shooting, but we suspect it. We also suspect they are involved in the death of six Synth-Tech scientists. That story hasn’t hit the media yet. We think that the Old Way is trying to make a comeback since the Magna Train attempt was foiled.”

“Yes, sir. Sir, I am a little confused, why are you calling me and not the Section 2 Director?”

“Stay in your paygrade Agent Dawson. Section Directors are my business, not yours, you need to focus on what you have going on. The Magna Train, the Scientists and now Umberfield? You have your hands full. A Section 3-C Agent will be helping you. You will need to follow all the Section 3 protocols for communication.”

The call went dead, and Agent Dawson had the feeling he just stepped into something he couldn’t get out of. He passed the phone back to the young woman, who turned and walked away.

The Chief Director turned to the section 3 director, Yani Tocana, who was sitting in her office. “Do you have Agent Jayce in route?”

“Not yet, I already had her going to London for a meeting, then this happened. I don’t dare reach out to her again. I gave the contact in London an updated mission brief for her. She will be headed to Madagascar via her own NanoChopper within an hour of landing. She will do what she does. If the Old Way is there, they will find her. She knows how to get their attention. You really think the Old Way is involved? Kind of goes against their thinking to kill off an anti-synth mouthpiece, doesn’t it? Then there is the sudden death of the six Synth-Tech scientists.”

“I think the Old Way was getting tired of Mr. Umberfield’s talking and wanted more action. I think Mr. Umberfield’s group had stopped sending money to the Old Way, and that fact right there scares me. What did the Old Way say to Bob Umberfield to make him turn his back on the group? What did they propose to him that he wouldn’t fund? The preliminary investigation into the scientists leads to possible suicide, but why would six of the greatest minds in science suddenly kill themselves?” The Chief Director chose to leave those questions floating in the air.

Yani wanted to ask where the Section 2 director was but feared it to be imprudent.

While in the airport Jayce caught up on the news. She was disappointed to hear the anti-synthetic life form bill had not passed. People just didn’t realize how much was covered in that bill. It didn’t just stop the production of synthetic humans, but it also stopped replacement of reproductive organs in living humans. RealLife, the lobbyist group that was fighting synthetic technology, said they wanted to push even further and put a stop to some of the organ replacement. Then there was news of the assassination of Bob Umberfield. Not much info had been released on that yet, just the picture of his face all over the news. She wouldn’t be surprised if she were assigned to that case. She boarded her plane and took her seat; she had the window seat right over the wing. The flight attendant announced for people to take their seats as they would be taking off momentarily.

“Good morning, folks this is your captain speaking. Thank you for flying with us tonight. The weather is clear so we will be able to fly at our top speed of Mach 2. We will be landing at old Heathrow Airport in about a couple of hours. Sit back and enjoy the ride.”

Jayce looked out over the wing of the plane. The entire plane was covered by solar thermal sheeting that not only converted the sun’s energy into electricity but also captured the heat generated by the friction of supersonic flight and converted it into electricity. On a clear day, this particular plane could absorb enough power to sustain this flight without the use of batteries. The two rotors that were built into the wings started to spin, slowly at first, while the pilot did a balance check. She couldn’t hear or feel it, but she knew the flight thrusters were being spun up too. The rotors on the wings were for take-off, landing, and only marginal directional movements. The flight thrusters are what actually pushed the plane, all using electric power. The rotors picked up speed and the plane lifted off smoothly. After rising 50 meters or so, the plane took a nose-up attitude and forward thrust was applied. As the plane built up speed, the rotors started to slow down, and the rotor covers were deployed. The wing looked like a normal wing again and soon they were at altitude traveling at Mach 2 without as much as a ripple in the captain’s coffee.

Quin Baxter sat in a stall in the restroom of her workplace. Several of her coworkers had heard her crying and asked if she was okay. She told them to “go away”, almost like a child would say. She was embarrassed and humiliated.

She had been going over some suspicious bank transactions made by the RealLife lobbyist group. Actually, she was just breezing through them. Although she supported the group and what they stood for, she was curious about certain transactions.

Then she received an email from her sister asking if she was ok. Her reply asked why she wouldn’t be. The next email from her sister had a link to a social media account. She clicked the link, and her world stopped. There was her husband Reginald with his face planted in the sand and his bare ass up in the air. Then came the voice recording of him and some strange woman’s voice.

She grabbed her phone to call her husband; he wasn’t in Seychelles, he was supposed to be in Moscow, Russia. Then she noticed there was a voice message from Reginald along with an image. When she saw the image she screamed and ran to the bathroom, and here she still was, sitting on a toilet crying her eyes out. She didn’t know what to do. She wanted to call Reginald but didn’t know where to begin.

“Quin… honey, this is Teresa. How about you head home? Your sister called and she is coming to pick you up. You have been in here for an hour.”

Quin Baxter took a deep breath and collected herself as much as she could in her current state. She opened the stall and walked past her boss, not making eye contact. She could read everyone’s face. It was all over social media by now. That was what was making this worse, everyone kept texting and calling to ask her if she had seen it. She made her way to the lobby. She considered taking the Magna Train back home but really didn’t want to be with people right now. She...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 4.12.2024
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction ► Science Fiction
• ISBN-13: 979-8-3509-8560-3 / 9798350985603