Last Week’s FFF: Clank Part 3
“We got another one!” I yelled.
On the porch, I tore open the plastic wrap and inspected the goods. The fully grown male body appeared to be completely intact. But we wouldn’t know for certain until we opened it up.
My husband stumbled out from the front door. He looked a lot like the man in the wrapping, only, where this one was young and fit, my husband was thin and frail. His skin had taken on a yellow tone, and his eyes were bloodshot.
“Is it good this time?” he asked.
“So far. There’s no obvious deformations. I’m just glad they sent us a new one at no cost.”
I rolled the man on his back. His breathing was shallow. Beside him, taped to the pallet was a pill. I inserted it into his mouth, and after a moment he awoke.
He stood and stared with a blank expression. He may have had my husbands eyes, but I could tell he didn’t share a soul.
These clones were grown for one reason only: parts. They grew at substantially accelerated rates, and were lobotomized at the expulsion from their artificial womb. This made them easier to work with.
I coerced it into a a standing position.
“Ready?” I asked my husband.
He smiled. It was the first time I had seen him do so with any authenticity since the last man showed up. He had hope.
I took my husband and the organ donor to the hospital, where the doctor was already prepped and waiting.
I knew that the clone wouldn’t survive the surgery. But my husband would.
I didn’t feel bad for it. I don’t care what the label said, these things weren’t really human. How could I feel bad about killing something that never knew it was alive?
The first draft of book 2 of my serial fiction project is complete. Yay! It clocks in at 20, 434 words. Just over my goal. I’m sure it will grow even bigger with the second draft. So, that’s 2 books down, 2 to go. Hooray! Skyland has been edited, and is ready for round two. I’m sending Windchasers to my Alpha reader for feedback. But I’m going to wait to do a global draft 2 until all four parts are done. For now, it’s time to start Submerbia. (I need to think up names for the actual book and series. Any suggestions are appreciated.)
For today, however, in excitement for finally being finished with it, I’m posting an exert from the first chapter. Let me know what you think! Sorry there is no separate FFF, I had a quick day, consisting of waking up way too late, taking a shower, riding the bus to work, working, and coming home. And now it’s almost 1am. But I hope you enjoy the exert and any feedback is appreciated. Keep in mind, it’s still first draft status. 🙂
The wind drove me forward, as it did all things. My people, the livestock, and the dust. Torrential force slapped at my backside as I made my way along. Hood over head, the thick sheep-hide cloak shielded my weather-thickened skin from the brunt of it. Still, as it pressed upon me, it was a constant reminder of the urgency of our migration. Continue reading
Last Week’s FFF – Faithful
It was hot and muggy inside the desalinization plant. The building was drenched in sunshine, but enclosed, allowing no wind. It was so continuously bright that it forced the laborers to wear dimming goggles.
Craig worked the machine, his strong arms pumping, helping extra fresh water from the salty soup. His mouth was dry, and his brow was wet. He stayed an arm and raised it to wipe his forehead. Continue reading
Madison sat in the atrium, feeling utterly alone despite being surrounded by others, including the man that she loved and had taken as her husband several years ago. She stared at the gathering masses as they all watched the ceiling. Standing there, heads raised to the sky, they looked out through the glass dome that protectively encased the room. Continue reading