Scott’s latest re-release is out:
Eric wakes up in a strange new world, in a new body that’s rid of the cancer that killed him.
Jozy takes a shine to this newcomer from the past, and goes to great lengths to accommodate him.
Still, Eric has questions. How did he get to this strange new city, and why was he Re-Lifed? And what happened to his old world?
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The taxi from the Re-Life Clinic dropped out of the sky onto a raised landing pad. It alighted twenty feet above ground level like a giant dragonfly. The door lifted, and Eric looked out uncertainly. “The hostel?” he said.
“Down the ramp, on the left,” the taxi told him in a suave, gender-neutral voice.
He clambered out, dragging his shiny duffel bag along, trying hard to ignore its ever-changing ripples of color. It epitomized the gaudy nanotech that seemed to be in everything here. He’d just completed his six-week orientation and rehab at the Clinic. It had taken four weeks just to get used to this new body they’d grown for him using his own DNA. It still didn’t feel entirely… his.
It was finally time to get out into the world. The long weeks of rehab had chaffed at him—he was itching to explore this strange new city, Safris. He couldn’t wait to take a look around and see what had changed. And though he had nothing but a few personal belongings and a credit on his account, he was young and healthy again.
The cancer that had killed him half a millennia earlier was gone.
It had been utterly strange to open his eyes in the clinic for the first time, after he’d had himself frozen on the off chance that someone, sometime in the future would be able to cure him. It had also been traumatic, processing the loss of everything and everyone he had once held dear.
He’d spent a week straight crying and morose, sitting in a dark room and counting all the things he’d lost. All of that is behind me now. I hope.
He looked around. There were few people about, most of them standard-form. The buildings were so unlike those back home—they thrust upward at strange opposing angles, and they went up and up and up. Like the carry sack, some of them changed colors as he watched, and he was half-convinced that one of them moved.
He fought down his panic. It was perfectly normal to feel out of place the first time out, his counselor had told him.
Maybe so, but it was also painful.
He missed many things: Levis, trolley cars, Wild Cherry Pepsi, and the smell of sandalwood.
But he missed David most of all.
Scott lives between the here and now and the what could be. Indoctrinated into fantasy and sci fi by his mother at the tender age of nine, he devoured her library. But as he grew up, he wondered where the people like him were.
He decided it was time to create the kinds of stories he couldn’t find at Waldenbooks. If there weren’t gay characters in his favorite genres, he would remake them to his own ends.
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