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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: In the distant future, our overpopulated planet requires all sixteen year olds to undertake a ten-year exile as a rite of passage. Paired with a mate on the voyage out to kick-start adulthood, they must all pass through the cafe on the edge of outer space, the legendary waystation orbiting Earth. Frank Archer isn't ready for life away from home. He's smitten with his new girl, Emma Whitaker. But whether he likes it or not, it's time for the boy to become a man. He has a beautiful girl to protect ... through the deadliest terrorist attack ever conceived.

eBook Publisher: Eternal Press/Damnation Books LLC, Published: 2008, 2008
Fictionwise Release Date: July 2008

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Words: 9906
Reading time: 28-39 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
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All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 978187559161

Strangely, I find an air of nostalgia where there is no air. I'm looking out of a window that never needs cleaning from outside. It's pretty much impenetrable, too. Just the faint threat of things over which we've no control--you know, asteroids, solar flares, terrorism, things like that. "Facing space," they call it. Something to do with a rite of passage. Everyone leaves Earth at sixteen--that's the law--and we're not allowed to return until our twenty-sixth birthdays. Talk about a graduation.

There's a kind of window over the Earth as well. It isn't solid, it's translucent--a hazy helmet of cloud and pollution. Great Britain passed by a few minutes ago. I could just about make out where I lived, more or less dead centre on the island. Apparently, Britain used to be much bigger. And warmer. More sandy beaches, less pack ice. I can't quite picture Blackpool without snow, though. Outdoor roller-coasters? They must've been insane.

It's been days since I saw anyone familiar. All my classmates are still hundreds of miles below, probably wondering what the café at the edge of outer space is really like. I wish I could tell them. I'm the oldest, but their turns will come soon enough. It's actually not too different from the school diner: everyone's in each other's way, no one wants to stay here long, and the food is bloody awful.

So, I'm out on my own. I left Earth a boy, and they're counting on me to find Frank Archer the man. There's something disconcerting about that whole idea. I don't want to change. Why should I? Where will travelling the universe take me, except away from here? What if I never find another place as peaceful as Lancashire. What if I change for the worse? We're the future of Earth; without proper guidance, who's to say we won't become a planet of cutthroats? So much for their claims of overpopulation--by the time you're old enough to understand the notion, they've already shipped you off into orbit. It's a bizarre way of treating children, if you ask me.

Another alarm sounds. Everyone cover up their dinner! ... four ... three ... two ... one ... whew, that was chilly. The shadow passes over the café like a storm cloud, freezing four tall men in their tracks as they make a run for it. The authorities have caught them this time, but I wonder how long it'll be before someone figures out a way to cheat this security. I've no idea what this substance they've put in our blood is, except that it responds immediately to those shadow nets. Instant freeze. It's a good security measure. There's no escaping what runs through your veins.