Coming Soon: Ten Thousand Lines
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The people of Superbia do not care where their food comes from. They do not think about who builds their houses and sews their jumpsuits and manufactures the engines of their underground trains. They live in their domed city and do not worry about what lies beyond it: The Hives. The drugged Workers. The delicate system that keeps their plates filled and their houses standing. But what happens when the system tilts on its axis? What happens when a Worker wakes up?
Stay Tuned! Ten Thousand Lines is expected to be released Winter 2013-14.
In the meantime, please enjoy this excerpt from Chapter One:
In the meantime, please enjoy this excerpt from Chapter One:
On the glass, I trace the sun with my thumb. It sinks into the ground. Nightfall. Nightfall and everyone is asleep. They sleep as if yesterday had not happened, as if yesterday was a dream. I am pretty sure it was not.
I hold my thumb to the glass as if it is soaking up lingering rays, feeding them into my gray organs, tanning my gray skin. It’s no use. My skin will remain gray. It was designed to be that way: gray and UV resistant. Convenient, practical skin.
I slide my thumb slowly down the window pane and listen to the sqreeeee on the glass. It isn’t a loud noise, but the sound cuts through the silent air like the midday factory whistles: shrill and pervasive. I instantly regret making the noise and freeze my hand, mid-slide. My shoulders tense and I keep corpse-still, listening for footsteps at my back, waiting to be caught. The footsteps never come and the air around me continues to be saturated with a hundred sets of breathing lungs, a hundred shifting bodies, a thousand buzzing wires. I relax and lower my hand to my thigh.
They are asleep. Just like any ordinary, quiet night, they are asleep. I am not. I am awake. For the first time in my life, I am awake.
I hold my thumb to the glass as if it is soaking up lingering rays, feeding them into my gray organs, tanning my gray skin. It’s no use. My skin will remain gray. It was designed to be that way: gray and UV resistant. Convenient, practical skin.
I slide my thumb slowly down the window pane and listen to the sqreeeee on the glass. It isn’t a loud noise, but the sound cuts through the silent air like the midday factory whistles: shrill and pervasive. I instantly regret making the noise and freeze my hand, mid-slide. My shoulders tense and I keep corpse-still, listening for footsteps at my back, waiting to be caught. The footsteps never come and the air around me continues to be saturated with a hundred sets of breathing lungs, a hundred shifting bodies, a thousand buzzing wires. I relax and lower my hand to my thigh.
They are asleep. Just like any ordinary, quiet night, they are asleep. I am not. I am awake. For the first time in my life, I am awake.