Voices of Hope (The Seafort Saga Book 5) by Feintuch David

Author:Feintuch, David [Feintuch, David]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 9781453297056
Publisher: Open Road Media
Published: 2013-01-08T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 32

JARED

THE BOY KRAND CURLED up against the wall throwing pebbles.

I slumped on the chilled bench of the understation, nursing my throbbing cheek.

I tried to blink, but one eye was swelled shut by the force of Halber’s blow. I whimpered. Allie shot me a sympathetic look. Only she, of all the trannies, understood I couldn’t make out Halber’s jabber, and had persuaded him to slow his speech.

Everyone hated me, even Dad. He’d all but turned me in to the jerries by putting an alert on his Terrex; if he’d cared a whit for my survival, he’d have let me use his card until I got on my feet.

It was how the world always treated me. In school the teachers paid me no mind, shoving their assignments under my nose as if that was all that mattered. Holoworld had tricked me. Even the skytel had betrayed my trust: I was a guest, not some filthy trannie to be chased into the street. Old Man Seafort despised me, and that hurt even though I knew he was only a pompous old has-been. Hell, even P.T. looked down on me, though I ran rings around him with my puter nets.

Now I was robbed of clothes, lost deep in trannie tunnels.

The greatest adventure of my life had turned to shit.

As to Pook ... my lip curled. To him I wasn’t even human, just booty whose clothes were to be parceled out to the highest bidder. His ‘capture,’ he called me. He’d sliced my chest, fed me dog food from a can. True, he’d made a pillow out of his lap, calmed me in the elevator with a desperately needed touch.

But just as I was getting used to his ways, he’d given me to Halber and his vicious Subs, with their mad idea of bringing down the towers.

Who did Halber think I was, a Hacker? For a hundred years, since they’d wiped the accounts at U.N. Revenue, Hackers had been despised and hunted.

Because they’d had the right idea. Bring it all down.

The social order Dad and the Old Man supported was beyond contempt. In the Old Man’s very guest room, Uncle Robbie and his precious father plotted their political schemes. They would sacrifice the Old Man in a minute if he stood in their way.

Halber was right; let the U.N. die in revolution and fire; if the process destroyed him and his trannie scum, so much the better.

I wondered how much trouble I could make, if I really tried. Alone, not all that much, but the trick was in having the right e-friends. If they could do half what they bragged ...

When the Unies caught me, it would be the prison ship at Callisto, or a penal colony.

Not that I cared.

With no more than a dumb terminal I’d cracked Dad’s Terrex account. If the trannies could access the nets, I’d have access to Rolf’s password breaker and Fiona’s ID simulator. I’d met them on separate slopes, and neither knew about the other. I’d seen instantly how powerful they’d be together, but kept the information to myself.

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