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Gamma 386e (Book I): The Power of Seven [MultiFormat]
eBook by Eugen M. Bacon
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eBook Category: Science Fiction/Fantasy
eBook Description: Amber Rosellumus is an off-worlder, exiled from the land of Xhaust. Now she is, by bloodline, orphaned; by soul-hood enriched with a new ilk of kindred: hybrids. She bears a raw past, clutches a rewarding present. Under tutorship of Master Ji, a plant listener aboard an itinerant Academy, one that ferries across constellations to tool gifted scholars with cosmic learning, Amber projects a score to settle. One planet she must visit to claim vengeance in the future. And she needs Tempest by her side, now more than ever. But ... before Amber can claim retribution, an incident on the way threatens to snatch it from her.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Interbac, 2007
Fictionwise Release Date: July 2007
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [265 KB], eReader (PDB) [58 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [36 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [33 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [86 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [108 KB], hiebook (KML) [111 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [90 KB], iSilo (PDB) [30 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [37 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [76 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [55 KB]
Words: 10093
Reading time: 28-40 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
1. Hoodies
I REMEMBER. Camp Zero was a migrant encampment at the sleeve of the forest. I remember how it was: out of control. The camp was a pitiless place, vindictive to the feeble. Gangs of hoodies whose parents thrived uncaring on social security, other people's money, saw to it: the ruthless ways of the encampment. The unruliness of exiles was no secret; they were prone to sudden bursts of outrage. Hoodies instigated most fights. Like a pack of wild dogs. These hoodies, unastonished by the world's dismay at their sloth, apathy or bloodshed, its disbelief at their presumption of privilege, knew mild distinction between justice and sin, and nothing of fate or regret. They carried no save-me pleas in their eyes, nothing begging society to rescue them. Just numbed consciences that terrorized good citizenry of the town, not always with violence: by simply going nowhere. They would lounge redundant at a spot: slouched around a bench in Botany Gardens opposite Central Railway Station; dangled along the poles of a No. 11B bus stand; milled near a Balby Market shoes-for-a-dollar stall; parked outside a shop in Glen Avenue. They were hoodies who bore wordless witness to today, a gang of idles unmarred by shadow of yesterday, unmoved by essence of tomorrow, not caring to plan for a future they might not have. Their eyes trailed as one, taking note of the rest of the world. They did not care enough about anything to be responsible. They did not try to get known by the rest of the citizenry because they were content to simply be, or to take take take, without license, what they would. The world had nothing to offer them but they took took took anyway. Like the day they raided the corner shop in Glen Avenue. Left it bare as a funeral parlor after a burial. * * * *2. Afloat on the Gamma THE SPACESHIP shines by day bright as the sun, perhaps even brighter; Dip, also named Prefect for his air of snobbery, says so. He is a blond male, almost albino, and holds a mocking manner about him. The first of Master Ji's recruits this academic year, Prefect considers himself la crème of the lot, second only to Master Ji. His golden blondeness and vivid green eyes, which he translates to overall beauty (not my type) allow for his easy, unruffled smile and haughtiness. Not astounding, then, that I do dislike him (as does Tempest, I suspect). But that does not indicate my lack of appreciation for his 'trivia' when he offers it, often unasked. He is also a Nexian from the land of Nexus, and possesses a capability of whimsical translucence: a competency that human beings would narrowly term as the power of invisibility. "The sun's energy output," he once explained, "is 386 billion billion megawatts, a continuum of energy absorption and re-emission. That property is what Master Ji aimed to recreate when he and Moth engineered the vessel, hence her name: Gamma 386e." "Moth?" I asked, incredulous.
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