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Book 1
He hadn't expected less, but he also hadn't imagined that it would be this much. As an all-star science student for most of his life, as a jet pilot for almost four years, his life hasn't been devoid of orderliness. As a matter of fact, his days were more orderly than the lines of a ruler. But even with all that orderliness, there were days when he was reminded that he was a human, not a human with bionic body parts, not an android with human body features, but a human subject to change and prone to failures.
He mused upon discovering that he could no longer feel any pain. The intense throbbing of his head, the pain in his joints, and the immobility of his entire body had melted away like ice on a sunny day. Perhaps he would have raised his hands in praise or bowed his head in worship if he was religious. But he was neither. Book 3
He recalled that ever since he had found himself on that planet or whatever it was (for he was yet to understand what it was, he was yet to understand what part of the universe or multiverse, the word the mind-reading being once used), he was. He had never felt tired. Sleep he had slept, hungry he hadn't also, wounded he once was, but tired, fatigued he hadn't. Book 4
"Do you really think leaving here will be possible?" Zebula asked as though she held the answers to the question. Perhaps he was asking himself. He didn't know. It was the only thing on his mind, the reason he had walked down there, the reason he was turning the haft sticking out of the vehicle. Perhaps he said it to distract himself from the memory that standing beside her had welled up in him. Book 5
The thought was that of an insect or an animal trapped. An animal facing what it suddenly realized would lead to its demise.
Because he had never killed or maimed animals and couldn't say the same for insects, he pondered on the thought with the bit of attention he could spare. Book 6
The screens glowed in some places. In others, white strips of light flickered as though the monitors finally decided too late that they would instead remain lifeless after coming on. And as though the sight and the accompanying sounds knew that it had before it an audience, it flickered as though it was a dancer attempting a few new steps. Book 7
Beside him, his fellow astronaut, one of the seven billed to go into space the next day, was looking at him the way one would look at a strange sight, the way one would look at a bizarre, an eccentric manifestation. And for a brief moment, he stepped back, and away because of the feral look in Zebula eyes. He did so because of the way Zebula shrank away from him, from the sunlight, from everything. And then because of the words he said and the meanings it lacked. CLICK BUY NOW TO READ THE EXCITING STORY!