B Free
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo / Smashwords -- EXCERPT: Unable to process he was the last of his kind, B had searched for beings like him. There had been mentions of his model type in messages. He’d investigated every occurrence. 100.0000 percent of them had been futile chases, ghosts of brethren long dead. He projected an investigation into this planet rotation’s message would be a waste of resources also. Heze 478 was a sparsely populated Humanoid Alliance-controlled planet, a leisure site for high-credit and influential humans in their organization, a place where they could get away from the horrors they’d inflicted. It wasn’t rational that they would situate a secret laboratory there. It would be true to their devious natures to set a trap in that location for someone they correctly perceived as an enemy. He blew out his breath. They could be seeking to capture him, wanting to continue his torment. A fully operational warrior would ignore the communication. He wasn’t that being. B straightened to his full height and moved forward. His mechanics creaked. His body throbbed with an ache that matched the one in his soul. The rays of Mercury Minor’s single sun warmed his shoulders. One of the humanoid females looked up, up, up at him. Her head tilted back. Her eyes widened. She screamed, the sound piercing the chatter around her. The other females turned. Their eyes widened also. The crescendo of screams grew louder. Fraggin’ hole. B stepped backward, seeking to disappear once more into the shadows. He wouldn’t hurt the females. They were under his protection, as was everyone on the cyborg-claimed planet. But the females didn’t process that. All they saw was his huge form, his primitive B Model design. They had never viewed another being like him. He was different, and, to their gazes, scary. That damaged him. He navigated a maze of less-utilized pathways, staying to himself, sticking to the darkness. The screams faded. His emotional damage remained. He lumbered past a training ring positioned at the edge of the settlement. One set of warriors, all E Models, faced another set of warriors, all C Models. If there was a B Model force, he’d be the only one on it. “Join us, B.” Odium, the leader of the E Model faction, gestured at him. “The C Models need your skills.” The C Models objected to that. Loudly. They didn’t need him, and he didn’t belong on either side. He was a relic. His model type had been completely replaced. He was redundant. B shook his head and continued walking.
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