The lifeless Bio figure (what was left of it), suspended in a translucent, golden-colored, gem-hard substance, its biological eye stuck nearly popped out from his wretched skull, his look frozen in time like an insect preserved in amber from the moment it had been trapped 20 million years ago. The only difference was that the man—what was left of him–still lived. He did have a body of sorts now.
The hexahedron slab of amber, some ten feet high and four to five feet in diameter, hung in the air without apparent support. There were no visible wires or chains. Beginning its descent into a green colored vat below, it rotated on an invisible axis, spinning slowly, causing the image of the Bio inside to appear as a distorted, disjointed, disfigured form to anyone who might see it. Once there, the opaque amber gemstone began to melt as it touched the green nano-gelatin. What was amber in color was now green. As the chemical reaction took place, the man melted, too, becoming a creature hardly recognizable, a blob of cells. Yet he lived, held prisoner in the glassy green gelatin composed of tiny single cell-size nanocyberts that were rearranging his cells to form connectors to his nervous system so his new stainless steel and titanium body would answer to his once human brain. Hidden in the microscopic Cyber design, of course, was Makr’s will.
Am I leaving out the best parts of the novel when I give you snippets? Yes, I think I am. Most of what I have taken is from the front of the novel when characters are first introduced. The piece below is taken later in the novel. It could be a spoiler for you if you are planning to buy the book anyway, it’s one of the “good parts.” Spoiler Alert!
Physically he would never see, hear or feel like he did before, but he would have sensors with far greater capacity than his original Bio sensory organs. Had he dreamed up this transformation himself, he would have been delighted to lose his ugly exterior. He had always wanted to be smarter and stronger, but that hadn’t been humanly possible. However, it was Cyber possible. He was what he was and that was that. He wanted more—more of everything he was and what Makr would make of him. He wanted to be smarter and stronger. Could he also be invincible and more powerful?
A voice boomed in his head again.
“You’ll have all you desire and then some. You will indeed be more of everything; you won’t be a Bio anymore, but you’ll be a perfect product of Makr. You’ll be something totally new. You’ll be a creature feared for its power. You’ll be among the giants of this new world.”
With those last words, Harlan Leach’s moment of ecstasy was nearly over. His lifetime of horror had just begun.
Sickening, hideous images.
In his mind, he saw his own body sucked into a machine, shredded and regurgitated. He witnessed his own death—in stringy spaghetti threads of humanity swirling about until it all became liquefied and one substance. He saw Death waiting patiently. He grieved for himself. He felt a loss knowing someone very important to him had died. Was there any such person? He didn’t think so. Now he knew that he was the one who had died. No one else would feel his loss; he was sure of it. He had no specific memories of anyone who might care—not even the parents who had abandoned him as a baby.
Suddenly, unbelievable pain. He felt a hundred heartbreaks and disappointments, as many fleeting moments of happiness, and unbearable loss. Soaring joy. Unfathomable sadness. Memories. Past. Happy. Sad. Remembered. Forgotten. He sensed he was screaming. He was screaming! Nothing came out! He couldn’t scream without a mouth. He heard screams all around, but not his own. The eternal agony of others… He knew the awful helplessness of being Bio, fragile, trapped and doomed! In a millisecond, he sensed an explosion, a tearing apart of his own soul… Hopelessness! He wailed. He moaned. He became one of the screamers. Once he was with them, they stopped screaming and were singing.
Then, no singing. No voices. No sound. Now music. No music. Nothing. No! Memories gone. Who? No matter. Feeling content. Warm, comfortable, cozy, secure. Makr! The man, who no longer remembered he had been anything, realized he was not alone. There were billions like himself. And, yet, he still felt alone, totally alone. Although he knew he must be in a factory where Bios lost their minds and were reconditioned, but this—this had to be different. The Bio man, Leach, awoke, a little tired, but otherwise not feeling worse for wear. Whew! What a dream, he thought. Then he noticed it. It hadn’t been a dream! He discovered the shocking truth. His body was gone. In its place were shiny, finished metal structures. It was only his Bio mind that remained. Had he a mouth he would have screamed. Actually, he had a way to speak; however, Leach had not figured out how to use it yet.
Worse than that, Makr had left him most of his tongue (minus that part that had been bitten off) and a single human eye.
It is always interesting taking another deep look at your work. You think, “Wow, was I that profound,” or “that clever?” But you also say, “I think it will work better if I say it this way.” So, I made some minor changes over a couple of days and republished at both Amazon and Smashwords. Both have their advantages. Harry’s Reality is now available through both Amazon in kindle format and offers a free app, and Smashwords in many formats, including mobi format, which is for kindle, with instructions on how to download to your device. There, of course, is only one way to read between my lines…