Saturday, September 17, 2011

Sweet Saturday Sample

Welcome back for another Sweet Saturday Sample of Exchange, a science fiction short story soon to be released. If you missed the first installment, you are welcome to catch up here. So, continuing where we left off...

“Down, female, 7682R.”
The droid’s grating mechanical voice invaded the borders of my mind, setting my teeth hard against each other. A final blast of icy air from the suite’s jets meant to encourage me to move faster did the exact opposite. 
The rebel in me itched to defy the automaton until a humanoid showed her face. However, the penalty wasn’t worth the temporary high of asserting my own will. My skin cringed at the memory of the waspmice. Dark pock-like scars still marred my legs from last time. I clamored out of the DS and padded barefoot across the slick floor to the cleansing stations on the far side of the room.
The android, a bulky P-73, stalked behind, whining through its exhaust hose. It probably worried I would throw another fit or fall into hysterics.  I was allowed to remember a few bits from day to day, like incidents of rebellion and punishments. With drugs and therapy, they attempted to erase the rest.

My skin crawled. I concentrated on unlatching the sealed door on the cleanser and climbing inside the chamber. A deep breath to brace myself and I pulled the panel closed. Alternating jets of tepid and steaming water blasted me from all angles. I ripped the rubber suction cells off my skin and threw them in the refuse slot. My temples throbbed where the probes had recently entered my skull. A light touch of my fingertips brought away blood. I wondered how many times had I stood here. I didn’t know. It was disconcerting to never remember one day to the next.

A pathetic sputter of water-flecked air constituted the cleanser’s attempt at drying my abused skin before a panel popped open with a belch of perfumed air. I coughed as I reached for the two-piece jumpsuit contained within. My arms executed the complicated movements of dressing myself without much direction from my thoughts. I knew I had been here long enough for this routine to become rote, unless, of course, I had worn clothing just like this before I came here. Or maybe I had always been here?

The image isn't the true cover, just an brainstorm idea. The post looked a bit barren without a picture last week.

Thank you for stopping by. I hope you enjoyed this sample. For more morsels of guiltless pleasure, return here.


Marsha Ward said...

You have me on tenterhooks, wondering what's going to happen next. Good scene!

Marsha Ward
Writer in the Pines

mirriamsmyth said...

Amazing sample. I feel like I'm her, experiencing what she is. Looking forward to more.

the1940mysterywriter said...

Actually, I like that cover. And I'm hooked on this story. More, please?

diannehartsock said...

This is an amazing story. I'm asking all the questions she is. Very nicely done.

Miss Mae said...

Ah, love it! More, more!!!!

Rachel Rossano said...

Thanks, everyone. :) I am eager to be able to offer the whole story soon. :) It will be coming out on October 1st on Smashwords and Amazon. Don't worry, I will be featuring it at least once more this coming Saturday.