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Synthesis — Kenneth Guthrie
SYNTHESIS
Long ago a strange and warlike race came to Earth on a mission to destroy the human race. Now, 1000s of years later, the humans have integrated themselves with machines to aid in winning the war effort. X9-1112 - or Rick as he remembered himself - is one of those machines. Join him in his futuristic battle to save humanity.
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Sample Content:
This story is about 2000 words.
He suddenly sped forward. There was no feeling of speed in space, so he zoomed forward at a pace only realized by the sensors that blinked in his mind's eye.
"X9 group. This is command force. You have something large and unidentified moving off your side."
Rick spun around in a circle. Warp lights to the left. That meant something had just come through a transport hole.
There was a burst of silvery laser fire as something nearby opened up.
"Cruiser! Enemy cruiser to the left!" the X9 commander screamed.
Rick turned and activated the missiles on his wings.
"Releasing death stalkers," he said in his inhuman computer generated voice.
The missiles streaked through the darkness and exploded 40 kilometers away. Something banged as it hit an invisible shield.
"Coordinates 120-x3-555. Contact," one of the others said.
"Confirmed," Rick replied.
The commander turned his more modern ship towards the cruiser that was flickering as its cloaking device tried to hide it.
"Fire away!" he yelled.
The group let loose and missiles streaked forward leaving a chain of smoke behind them. They gave it everything they had because they knew that if they didn't they wouldn't walk away from this.
The shield cracked as missile after missile hit the surface. No luck. No penetration. It was not a good sign.
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Long ago a strange and warlike race came to Earth on a mission to destroy the human race. Now, 1000s of years later, the humans have integrated themselves with machines to aid in winning the war effort. X9-1112 - or Rick as he remembered himself - is one of those machines. Join him in his futuristic battle to save humanity.
Notes:
- This short story is available in Tech Wars: The Collection with the three Tank short stories and IRAQ 2050 as well as in a double with IRAQ 2050 (Synthesis and Iraq 2050).
Sample Content:
This story is about 2000 words.
He suddenly sped forward. There was no feeling of speed in space, so he zoomed forward at a pace only realized by the sensors that blinked in his mind's eye.
"X9 group. This is command force. You have something large and unidentified moving off your side."
Rick spun around in a circle. Warp lights to the left. That meant something had just come through a transport hole.
There was a burst of silvery laser fire as something nearby opened up.
"Cruiser! Enemy cruiser to the left!" the X9 commander screamed.
Rick turned and activated the missiles on his wings.
"Releasing death stalkers," he said in his inhuman computer generated voice.
The missiles streaked through the darkness and exploded 40 kilometers away. Something banged as it hit an invisible shield.
"Coordinates 120-x3-555. Contact," one of the others said.
"Confirmed," Rick replied.
The commander turned his more modern ship towards the cruiser that was flickering as its cloaking device tried to hide it.
"Fire away!" he yelled.
The group let loose and missiles streaked forward leaving a chain of smoke behind them. They gave it everything they had because they knew that if they didn't they wouldn't walk away from this.
The shield cracked as missile after missile hit the surface. No luck. No penetration. It was not a good sign.
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