Friday, November 23, 2012

SCIFI FANTASY SATURDAY

Excerpt from Cirque Du Cyborg, Diaspora Worlds Book Five:




       No cyborg movement, no transports. Even the fire coming from above had stopped by the time she reached high ground. She zoomed her vision and studied the  jagged rocky  terrain for any sign of life but all she saw were the scattered remains of the cyborg strike force. The battle was over, and she was left here, alone.
     2LN was exhausted. It took a while to find a surface smooth enough to rest on and she fell onto the smooth rock, limp and aching everywhere. It seemed as good a place as any to die. 
     Or I can pull powerpacks from fallen cyborgs. Is there any point in doing that? Fate was cruel to waken her to awareness  just in time to die.
        
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