I did it! I just finished typing THE END on my latest Cybil Lewis story. It's titled, REPLICATED: A CYBIL LEWIS NOVELLA. The story takes place a month after the events in COZENED.
However, some of the characters are from REUNITED, a short story that appeared in SPACE COPS.
You don't have to have read REUNITED, as this is a stand alone Cybil Lewis story.
Below, I'm giving a sneak peek into the first several paragraphs of the story below.
Please note this is an unedited excerpt.
REPLICATED: A CYBIL LEWIS NOVELLA
(c)2014 Nicole Givens Kurtz
End Excerpt (c) 2014 Nicole Givens Kurtz
However, some of the characters are from REUNITED, a short story that appeared in SPACE COPS.
You don't have to have read REUNITED, as this is a stand alone Cybil Lewis story.
Below, I'm giving a sneak peek into the first several paragraphs of the story below.
Please note this is an unedited excerpt.
REPLICATED: A CYBIL LEWIS NOVELLA
(c)2014 Nicole Givens Kurtz
Chapter
1
Monday
around noon, I landed my wauto, a wind automobile, in front of my office
building, a square hulk structure with dank, dark windows that offered views
out over the impoverished, the depraved, and the former capitol building. With
the United States divided into a series of territories and pieces, the District
had become an entity unto itself. What was once shared within a unified country
became a grab all for territories in proximity to the goodies. So in a blink,
the district became a looming presence in the puzzle pieces the territories
became. Some sections befriended the district; others sought ways to defend
themselves against others.
Trust
didn’t exist between the territories. Think of it as a bunch of young siblings
whose parents had died unexpectedly in an accident. There’s no one to watch,
correct, or punish their behavior—in seconds, everything burst into scrapes,
squabbles, and screeching between territories. The drawn lines on the map
weren’t invisible. People physically felt them as they crossed over from one to
the other. The culture, the regulations, and the cities’ textures varied.
My
office at nestled around the section filled with mixed use structures and war-weary
residents. The area had long since been discarded by more prominent people.
The
lobby doors opened to reveal Jane at her desk, typing—well, pecking—away on her
report for a client who had hired us to document--with graphics for her lawyer and
court proceedings—all of her husband’s comings and goings. Not that she was
divorcing him. She wanted the jpegs to have him committed to a mental
institution. Seems the husband's fetish for robot parts had finally forced her
to take some action.
Who
would trust such a secret to me?
Because
I keep things private. I’m Cybil
Lewis. Private inspector and all around busy body about the District.
End Excerpt (c) 2014 Nicole Givens Kurtz
