Urban Heroes
- Publisher
- Mecha Panda Publishing
- Initial publish date
- Jul 2018
- Category
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eBook
- ISBN
- 9781775199731
- Publish Date
- Jul 2018
- List Price
- $3.99 USD
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Description
REVOLUTIONS HAVE ALWAYS QUESTIONED WHAT IT MEANS TO BE HUMAN, BUT THIS ONE IS ASKING WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A MACHINE.
The creation of the twelve skyward cities did more for mankind than the renaissance of old. With them came a new species created to serve the ideals of the future. To Calista Ridley, an android is an android, just like heroes are little more than fairy tales. She knows the world is far from perfect, and that human nature is not something to be proud of. But she also sees the storm forming on the horizon. As a pilot of Voltza, her past decisions are set to shape the future in a way no one could have predicted. The lines between man and machine are blurring at a rapid pace. Innovation never comes without a price.
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Contributor Notes
T.J. Lockwood was born somewhere along the west coast of Canada during a relatively mild summer in comparison to the ones which followed. An avid practitioner of the Martial Arts, she is always up for a friendly match or two when time permits. Her writing has and always will dive head first through the many portals of Science Fiction. She lives in Vancouver and enjoys the frequently rainy days common in the lower mainland. The honey badger is her spirit animal.
Excerpt: Urban Heroes (by (author) T.J. Lockwood; cover design or artwork by Celesta DeRoo)
IF SOMEONE ASKED ME what the most terrifying sound was, I would say the spinning clicks of a metal cylinder. The room is quiet. I sit on a cold chair with both hands palm down on a rusty metal table. A man sits across from me. Sweat drips down his forehead as he reaches for the revolver that lay between us. Does he think I can’t see his hand shaking? He isn’t the only one who’s afraid.
I watch as he inches the end of the barrel to his temple and closes his eyes. After a deep breath, he pulls the trigger. I let out a sigh when the only sound I hear is an empty click.
“Frick yeah. Would have been a shame to go out just like that.” His cocky demeanour returns the moment he sets the revolver back onto the table. “You know, girly, I won’t blame you for backing out. Hell, I would with the odds dropping. I’d rather not see your brains splattered against that wall. I promise I won’t laugh at you.”
“You aren’t the smartest, are you? The odds don’t drop unless you forget to spin the cylinder.” I pick up the gun and run my palm against the barrel. This revolver has been dropped a few times. There are a few shallow nicks along every groove. “Or maybe that increases the odds.”
The gun clicks as the cylinder spins. “You look like you’re afraid. It’s nothing to be ashamed about.”
