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The First Born Of The Dead
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ISBN-10: 1-77115-126-9
Genre: Science Fiction/Fantasy/SF
eBook Length: 206 Pages
Published: August 2013

From inside the flap

What if we saved planet Earth? What if we conceded that there is no technical solution? What if we adopted all the recommendations of environmentalists, restricted our own freedoms, and changed our ways tomorrow? What would the future look like then? What would humanity look like?

The Yates twins, Anna and Aurora, are born into a true aristocracy: one determined not by gender, ethnicity or culture, but by species. Although they are raised with the paradigm that genetics is the most important factor in defining their identities, these two very different sisters know there is more to who they are. When a rogue group of government scientists reveal the depth of institutionalized discrimination, Anna and Aurora know they must fight for the cause of equality. Set to the backdrop of a revolution, this is the bittersweet story of a family caught in the middle of a political struggle and torn apart by extremism.

The First Born Of The Dead (Excerpt)


3D, 3T, 4S, 46 497Y

3rd Day, 3rd Trimester, 4th Season, 46 497th Year

The Glacier Dome sparkled in the sunshine.

The translucent frosted glass glimmered and the metal latticework frame of the cinesphere gleamed below as Hamasaki Christian gazed through the window of his thirty-ninth-floor den above. He drew the curtains and stood silently in the dark. His slender figure cut a statuesque silhouette against the dimmed light from the window.

In a couple of hours, he was expected to give a live interview in the Glacier Dome. The interview would be viewed by a live audience and simultaneously broadcast by several local and intermunicipal news sites.

The comforter was crumpled and he sat on a bulky bunch of it as he lowered himself onto the edge of the bed. He took a deep breath and pressed the butts of his palms against his eyelids until the pressure produced a bright yellow phosphene ring. He had blue eyes. The blue was gentle as rainwater, but deep as the shining glacial lakes. It was a favorite party trick of his Parents to make guests guess which one was his biological mother. The guests always chose Cassowary, because they shared the same eyes, but it was really Sarah. In all other ways, Christian really did resemble Sarah most, and so the game just confirmed that his eyes were his most defining physical feature.

Christian had to admit that he was nervous about this interview. He rarely granted such personal interviews, but his mother had encouraged him to take this offer from Lily, and not the mother who was his campaign manager; his other mother. She rarely intervened in his political career. So when she did make a suggestion, he took that seriously.

The den had a wall-mounted screen. He turned the screen on, established a connection with his Core, and navigated to a local news site. The site was playing a political satire program. He decided to watch. He was curious if the current affairs show would mention him. It did.

The skit involved him coming home to his family: his father Norse, his mother Inca, his brother Muslim, and his sister Jewish. He smiled weakly with amused relief. As long as this fake family, designed to make fun of his name, was popular, it was distracting attention from the controversies surrounding his real family.

Ever since he had announced his candidacy for Municipal Delegate to the United Nations for the City of Geneva, he and his family had been the target of tabloid-caliber ridicule and conspiracy theories. His name was cause enough for mockery. He was not native to Geneva. He had been born in the City of Toronto, but his mothers had relocated immediately. That was the first, but far from the last, cause cited for suspicion.

He did not know the truth himself. It was safer if he never knew the whole truth. He was naturally curious. He wanted to know, but he refrained from asking too many questions his mothers would never answer. He had come to that resolution long ago.

He had pieced enough together. He knew that his mother, his biological mother, had been present at the bombing of the Homelift cooperative. He thought he knew why she wanted him to take this interview with Lily. She had been there too. She was a comrade. She was on their side. She would ask enough questions to dispel some gossip and rumors, but not enough to inspire more or provide any conclusive information, and she would be discreet about it. She must be skilled at discretion. She had been there and she had survived the purge of assassinations.

Christian slapped his knees and rose to his feet. He turned the screen off and walked to the Glacier Dome.

All through the interview, the glare of the studio lighting blinded him. He could barely see Lily and could not discern her facial expressions. He just had to trust her. Although he had meticulously groomed himself for this interview, he felt sweaty in the heat and quickly became self-conscious of the rivulets of sweat emanating from his brow and cutting along his shirt collar. He felt dirty.

"What do you say to the criticism that you are not qualified to run in Geneva because you are not native to Geneva?" asked Lily. Lily had once been Gallo Lily, but had since dropped her family name to become mononamed like the rock star of journalism that she was.

"Well, it is true that I was born in Toronto, but I have never been back to Toronto. I was raised here. I have lived my entire life in Geneva. Geneva is the city I love, and the city I choose to represent," he smiled with an effort.

"What do you say to the accusation that you are the illegal son of Marlowe Daryan?" The audience murmured. This was one of the questions they had been hoping Lily would ask.

"No one is illegal," Christian murmured, but took a deep breath before saying, "First, Marlowe Daryan was issued a Parenting License, so no son or daughter of his would be illegal. Second, I wish I was. I really do. That is not much of an accusation. I wish I could tell you that rumor was true, but it is not. Marlowe Daryan died on the third day of the third trimester of the second season of year 46 462. I was born on the tenth day of the first trimester of the first season of 46 464, almost two years later. The dates don't work."

"Yes," she continued, prompting him to give all the evidence he had against this rumor, "but you were not born in a Fertility Center. Your birth certificate was issued retroactively. The exact date of your birth cannot be confirmed by any official record or document."

"No," he agreed. "My date of birth may be mistaken by a few days, or even weeks, but you cannot disguise an eighteen-month-old baby as a newborn infant."

"Have you had genetic testing done?" she pressed on.

"Yes," he said. "The University of Toronto is the curator of Marlowe Daryan's genetic material, and a Geneticist at the university, Doctor Wangari Briar, offered to perform the genetic testing for me."

"I thought you said you had never been back to Toronto?"

"No," he sighed inaudibly, "I haven't. Doctor Wangari came to collect the samples. He combined his work with a family trip to Geneva. They stayed with us. Lovely family."

"What were the results?"

"I am not related to Marlowe Daryan in any way except ideology."

"Who is your biological father?"

Christian faltered slightly. He had not expected her to ask that question, or to ask it so brazenly. He felt he had no recourse but to tell the truth.

"I don't know," he said simply.

"You don't know?" Lily seemed surprised. Christian wondered if it was a feigned theatrical surprise or if it was genuine. He wondered, suddenly, if she knew the answer herself. "Is that the truth?"

"Honest truth," he nodded. "I don't know."

"What can you tell us about this mysterious family of yours?" she wondered.

Christian smiled. "That I have never needed my biological father because I have two extraordinary mothers."

"Tell us what makes them extraordinary," Lily prompted, and Christian smiled again. This he could do, happily.

This is not the story Hamasaki Christian told.

This is the truth.

The story of his Parents has historically significant implications, but history would remember them incorrectly.