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A woman wakes up in a strange setting with no past in a present she doesn’t recognize. A determined man searches for answers to the mysterious death of his father while appeasing the powerful but conflicting forces that control his life. These two individuals must figure out their future amid escalating political and environmental chaos.
Sometimes the best intentions lead to bad outcomes and in Future Imperfect the best idea goes horribly wrong. Hana doesn’t trust anyone and with good reason. Every person she encounters is using her. Stone is a man frustrated by a failing system and constraints that keep him from doing his job. Forces are at work that will take the world to the edge of oblivion.
Data access controlled servers tended the woman’s every need. The table upon which she lay was the only item of furniture in the stark white cubicle.
In less time than it took to draw breath the table reconfigured into a chair. DACS attachments retracted from beneath her gown and snaked out of her intimate and secret places. Delicate air and feeder tubes slipped from her nostrils, out of her throat and from around her wrists. She came fully awake unaware of the silent retrieval of all that had invaded her body. Unseen monitors registered mounting confusion and spiking panic.
She should be dead. Dead! But the image didn’t show a dead woman; it showed a woman slowly gaining control. The watcher’s hands clinched into fists as the woman breathed in and closed her eyes. After a moment, her eyes opened; her gaze scanned the room. She clutched the chair’s arm tightly with one hand, with the other she stroked the flowing, iridescent gown she wore. And then her hair. And then her face. Questing fingers exploring unfamiliar territory.
The woman stood, took tentative steps, arms flung wide for balance.
The video blanked out. The watcher removed the disk from the reader and absently rubbed a thumb across its surface. Awake, and from the look of her, not for the first time. Claude had been lying. He was too caught up in her, too caught up by far. Like always, thinking only of himself – his wants, his needs. Fool! The watcher swallowed the bile of fury. Perhaps this bit of knowledge could be turned to advantage, but first the woman must be removed from the Inquiry and Development Sector, away from Claude, but carefully.
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