Historians Proper: Book One by S. David Acuff

Author:S. David Acuff [Acuff, S. David]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bravo Bay Books
Published: 2019-10-31T22:00:00+00:00

After no answer on comms, Alex decided to check on Sindy himself. He knew that she housed herself on the east side of the New Domain. As the early morning sun shone through the windshield of the Oryx, Alex’s silvery tactical lids slid into place blocking the glare. The supercar lifted off the floating garage surface as Alex pushed skyward. Air traffic was heavier than usual. The lower cloud line had cut down the dimensional commuter space and packed more vehicles into a smaller area.

With the AutoNAV engaged, it gave Alex some time to think. Or maybe even a much needed power nap. What he wouldn’t give for just 10 minutes of shut eye. But every time he closed his eyes, Harris’ fat face was there leering at him. Harris was a backstabbing monster but he was also right that Sindy might not make it through another time-fold. Not unless she used the Fleischpar.

The Fleischpar had been invented in Time-5 by Jörne Swenson, also a PyntaTuuk. He had to because so many Journeymen were dying in the time-shifts.

The mysterious serum reacted within the time-fold causing old memories to be lost; completely replaced by the new ones. Normalization. Death of a Journeyman, birth of a Dalit. A commoner. A life which knows only the present. It wasn’t used widely because for most of the PyntaTuuk, living with such limited view on reality was a fate worse than death. But there were those who treasured life above knowledge, and they lived on… as Commoners.

Was he just being selfish? Abandoning a dead-end life in Time-11 for the hopes of a better one for he and Valerie in Time-12? Odds were that she wouldn’t even know him in the next time stream. But she would exist. If he let her die now, her life’s force would slip into eternity, whatever that was. She didn’t stand a chance here. But, with Harris’ bloody CyberWar at hand, who did? They could easily take over the CyberScape, New Domain, and beyond. Harris had done it before.

“Incoming call,” the computer informed him.

Alex hit the comm button, “Alex here.”

“Alex, Detective Gerald Levine,” a gravelly voice spoke. “It appears you might have some answers for us concerning a security breach at 0500 hours at Generex.”

“Don’t know anything about that, Officer,” Alex lied.

“Well, the transcoder logs at On-line and the trace patterns we were able to salvage from Generex say otherwise. Now your citizen records are in good standing so we’d like you to come down and—”

Bam. Alex hit a scrambler button next to the comm switch cutting off the rest of the conversation.

“Speelksta,” Alex swore at himself for being so careless. They had used the call to track him. Now that they knew his ride number and flight status, they’d have no problem finding him, unless he switched over to manual. Air traffic was a highly choreographed dance with intricate calculations tracking millions of variables in a nano-second. Everyone flew automatic.

Alex switched to manual and angled down to city-level. All he could do is dive into empty space and hope that it stayed empty.

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