Outcasts and Gods (Wine of the Gods Book 1) by Pam Uphoff

Author:Pam Uphoff [Uphoff, Pam]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Iron Ax Press
Published: 2014-01-08T22:00:00+00:00

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Jason and Chauncey were waiting for them. "Come and see what we've found." Jason led off toward the Game Room.

"It's a stash Wolfgang left behind."

Rebeccah winced. "I can't believe after all this time, they caught him."

"Yeah. He must have done something massively stupid. Now it's totally up in the air whether they'll kill him or just send him back here." Chauncey held the door for them.

Jason sighed. "If he manages to keep it in the Military Courts, he'll have a chance. If it's kicked back to civilian, he's toast."

Two figures in blue coveralls looked their way. Michael and Richie. Not her favorite pair of gods. Tellies.

Richie was the youngest of them all, seventeen now. "I've got the wireline hooked up. We now have cartoons."

"I was hoping for some news channels." Jason said repressively.

Michael grinned. "Oh, we've got those too. In half an hour we can watch the debate between our very own—well, if we were humans, with rights—senator and his challenger. Check those out." He pointed at a pile in the seat of a chair.

"Keep the lights dim." Chauncey picked up a bound packet and tipped it to the light of a game screen. "Whoa! Mercy with a driver's license, social registry card, credit cards, now that's scary."

They dug through the piles and found packets for dozens of people. And tools. Lots of tools, all plastic of some sort.

"They're hidden inside the machines. We've only opened four so far." Michael said.

"Haven't found a gun yet." Richie got up out of the chair and fell flat. "Michael, this was old the second time!"

"My job is not done until you start checking before you move."

Richie pulled the loop of dark string off his feet, left it tangled around the chair. He stomped over to another game machine and pulled it away from the wall.

Rebeccah spotted a packet for AK and handed it to her. She'd gotten her own when she escaped with Wolfgang. Her father had already had legal barriers in place; he had forgotten all about 'might makes right'. She hadn't heard from him in the two and a half years since. The University had sent a proctor down to monitor their test taking since then. No one had been allowed off the premises.

"Jason? Is there a phillips there?"

"Yeah." He grabbed the table hastily as his feet failed to cooperate, and kicked out of the string loop. "Michael, remind me again why your nose looks like that?"

"Because Barry and Edmund have no sense of humor, not even a single one split between them."

"No. It's because that fellow in your mirror is such an ass."

Chauncey had a screen showing the debate. "Bad resolution, these game machines are no longer cutting edge."

Rebeccah joined him. "Can you get sound?"

"I think this should do it."

". . . accept God's plans for them and their children. This travesty, this horror must end. No more genetic engineering. Not of people, not of animals, not of plants, not of yeast! I will not be forced to eat an abomination.

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