Scarier and Meaner than Reality.

Another clip from Harry’s Reality — Book One – Symbiosis by Jack Shaw

“Look, I’m here because someone I respect very much seems to think you can help us,” she said impatiently. “I can’t tell you everything. Some things you’ll just have to learn for yourself. The true dangers out here are not what you think. In fact, they’re worse. Scarier, meaner…you pick.”

Harry looked even more nervous so she continued, “And those are just the things you can see for yourself. Hell, my people don’t even tell me everything.”

She was right. He could see it for himself by thought-blinking. Admittedly he hadn’t been forthcoming with that knowledge. What could these “Touchables” possibly want with his thought-blinking? It’s not like he could give it away. Besides, he had his own demons to wrestle. So far, he’d only found thought-blinking lately to result in lots of pain he rather not go through again.

Desiree heard a faint click.

“Down!” she screamed. The sky exploded with a blinding light and a deafening roar. She grabbed Harry and pulled him down, covering his body with hers as tiny particles shredded the clothes covering her back with stinging, searing, pain. Because they wear locked together, the shock wave that followed caused them to roll and slide for about 20 yards. Now, in addition to the minor lacerations, both are bruised and scraped.

Harry ended up lying on top of her, face-to face, with a childlike helplessness at this moment as he found himself in a most intimate of sexual positions.

“Are you all right, Harry?” she asked evenly while still on the bottom.

“Fine. You?”

“A few bruises and scratches.”

“Makes me feel truly alive. Real pain.”

“Good for you,” she rolled her eyes and grunted. “You can get up now, Harry,” she said as she nudged him in the side with a knuckle. “It’s over.”

Embarrassed by his sudden physical arousal, he nervously slid off her but stayed somewhat glued to the ground face down for a minute.

“What was that?” he asked, breathlessly.

“I’m not sure.”

“Are you all right?”

She knew her back probably looked like raw meat beneath her tattered clothing but she didn’t want Harry to know. That could only serve to increase his fears at a time when she needed him to be confident and brave.

“Feels like I’ve been run over by a street cleaner,” she said.

“What?”

“Funny little cyberts—kinda cute actually—clean the streets of debris. Seems not all cyberts are agile enough to dodge a little trash.”

Harry eyed her curiously.

“They’re harmless, Harry. Primitive communication capability. Local only. No danger if you stay out of its way.”

“Are you hurt?”

“A few bruises, scrapes, cuts. You?” She faced him to hide her back.

“Same. Sore.”

As they stood to brush themselves off, Desiree looked in the direction of the blast to survey the damage. Buildings looked intact. Harry seemed intact as well. Her back stung and burned from the blast, but she’d get something for it at the meeting place.

“Shock grenade, I think,” she said. “I’ve heard they stop cyberts for quite a radius. Means Shadows…”

Without warning, a Shadow separated from the darkness and moved into the light. He held two heads—small but deadly cybert heads—in one hand aloft, his cloth-covered fingers in a single eye socket in each head. With the other hand he tossed his hood back exposing his face and grinned. He was a handsome dark-skinned Bio, with dark gentle eyes and a wide grin that seems to say he was no threat. He held up the cybert heads as if proclaiming victory, or some kind of peace offering, then, without a word, he placed them in a bag made out of the same coarse fabric as the rest of his garb. He reached inside his cloak to retrieve something. He tossed a small object to them. It clattered to the ground. A small cybert shaped roughly like that of an insect—a bee.

The gesture, simple as it was, exclaimed, “Watch your back. Makr knows.”

Then he was gone.

“That…Sha…Sha…Shadow?”

Harry couldn’t help the stammer. He saw the Shadow change into a man and then become the Shadow again.

The Good Parts

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…