Get Free Copy

100 free copies left

This novel is limited to 100 free copies due to its part in Inkitt’s Novel Contest.

Free copy left
You can read our best books
D H S Davis would love your feedback! Got a few minutes to write a review?
Write a Review

Sluice Rules

By D H S Davis All Rights Reserved ©

Adventure / Scifi


While Sluicing, there exist a few simple, incontrovertible rules you should follow. Tabitha didn’t which put her where He is today.

There are an almost infinite number of bodies in which persons may cogitate. The inhabited need only be willing. That is the first rule. It is also UA or Unfettered Access’ -- global behemoth and proprietor of the intra-neural nets’ -- ethical get-out clause. This didn’t stop the larger apportioned blame for the world’s woes being laid at their corporate feet. Then again, they brought it on themselves. 

Sluicing is the means by which an individual or up to six may legally project themselves into the minds of others for an agreed-upon period or temporal “window”.

It led to a certain degree of harmony, at first. People granted the real-time ability to non-virtually “see through each other’s minds”. Tabitha was just a child when they ran that initial marketing campaign. Yet it also wrenched the lid off the top of a simmering world of madness in which those with no sane business being inside the minds of others were suddenly given free rein to wreak havoc and expand internal cacophonies into the outside world.

Things grew complicated when Crackers masterminded the means to exploit “gates”, the connection space matrices bordering the envelopes between minds. Volatile at the most basic of levels, these gates bowed under brute force attacks when seven Crackers simultaneously entered unwilling, unknowing Sluicers who thought they were themselves, even if they had been entered and taken control of. Known as “tailgating”, this would create an unconscious, exploitable synergy between the Sluicer and the Sluiced.

That was the second rule: no tailgating. Simple enough, or so she thought.

The final and by far most ominous rule, to be heeded on every Sluice, required the honouring of global timeshare agreements, allowing for a maximum of one hour’s Sluice inside any given brainspace. After this hour period, there would likely follow a two-way emotional overspill, massive sensory discord and, in the worst cases, unintelligible paralysis. You and the inhabited could, in essence, fuse at the basest and most chaotic of subliminal horizons.

An implicit albeit unofficial rule involved the healthy, regular return to yourself. This would provide the recommended dosage of ego-semblance needed in such a psychically fractious world.

That was Tabitha’s first mistake. She could Sluice with the best of them but even she had to admit that once you couldn’t remember the last time you felt like yourself something was seriously wrong. Despite this and unbeknownst to her, she’d been born a Prone. Prones were capable of withstanding an unspecified near limitless number of inhabitants. Had she been aware of them, it would never have been possible. She was simply wired that way. Crackers couldn’t attack her brain patterns or thoughts but she proved to be a remarkable vessel for the purpose of redirecting through and into past minds she herself had Sluiced.

It was only in peeling back her eyes, to stay awake, from the sleep-inducing reading of an obscure, New Delhi University journal anything but simply titled Fragmentary Bilocation and Sluicing: the Potential for Unconscious Infinite Matrices within Genealogical Singularities, that Tabitha realised the hypothetical human anomaly it described matched her very real self.

All this time, she had been expanding her horizons: living as children, those with physical impedances, alternate genders, the elderly, soldiers, sailors, emergency service personnel and front-line peace activists. But never once had she imagined herself as lived through, by Sluicers, against her will. Yet the hallmarks were all there.

She decided to fight back. By reverse-engineering the New Delhi research, she found there existed a signature for each incurring inhabitant, much like her own unique teleological handle. The result was Tabitha wound up catastrophically breaking the first rule, illegally crashing into their unsuspecting minds. The effects were disastrous at first, for them. She questioned herself then came to the decision to feel much better about it. The rule of law should and would be simple. If you broke into her mind she could return the favour, trash your mind and not feel bad about it.

Once utterly and diametrically opposed to tailgating, when Tabitha actually did something strange had already started to happen. She realised she had done so without trying, via synchronous, projected multi-faceted elements of her personality, all crammed into the cortices of these prior insurgents inside her brain.

Spreading herself indeterminately thin, having escaped the wrath of the third rule only because of her Prone condition, she realised she’d broken the unwritten rule when it grew clear she could no longer remember her name. As it turned out, being Prone rendered the third, official rule less than moot; such individuals could spend as much time in other's minds as they liked.

There were all kinds of Sluicers: meek, powerful, big and small. But now she found herself faced with a conundrum. It turned out that one prior, interloping Cracker carried a unique handle beneath levels of encryption that only her condition had allowed her to surmount. And why not, she asked herself, for at a certain point the only entertainment worthy of the name for those in such positions could only be the kind of power mere money cannot buy.

She might consider staying a while, she thought, realising that He was unaware of her presence and control. Then came the recognition that she could stay inside Him for as long as she liked. She looked up, through His eyes looking down at the platinum shaver pinched between thumb and forefinger, the dolloped artisan foam circling the copper plug hole beneath a plush, filigree iron-wrought bathroom mirror. 

Tabitha spent far longer than the recommended hour, looking through His eyes Staring back at her. In her mind, she raised her hand and saw this reflected vessel do the same. Her newfound-self peered back with a face as recognisable as an Everyman would be nondescript. It was the leader of the free world.

Write a Review Did you enjoy my story? Please let me know what you think by leaving a review! Thanks, D H S Davis
Continue Reading
Further Recommendations

internathunal: I was held captive by your sense of style. I would love to see more from you. I enjoyed this immensely.

Leah Brown: This was an amazing read! I was hooked from the very first chapter, holding my breadth to see what would happen next. The characters are rich and vibrant, and the world Danielle has created is fascinating. If you love YA, you MUST read this book. Such a smart, brilliant debut novel. I loved it!

Hawkebat: Playing both Kotor I & II and Swtor I found the story line interesting and it held me until chapter 35 Very good story and plot flow until then, very few technical errors. I felt that the main character was a bit under and over powered, as it fought for balance. The last few chapters felt too f...

_JosephJacobson_: I don't understand why this has such low ratings. I really enjoyed it!I think that the whole idea behind the plot had something very special and that was something that I really enjoyed. It was new, unique. I think that some of the writing was a little strange in places but overall it made sense ...

PaulSenkel: If you like Arthur C. Clarke's Odyssey, especially The Final Odyssey, then you will probably also enjoy this book. I definitely did.It does, however, address a more adolescent public than the above-mentioned book.I enjoyed the story and finished it in a few days. The overall situation on earth an...

marycombs14: This is a very interesting book - mostly because the heroine is quite charming and well rounded, and has very real issues to manage in her life. Most of all,. I loved the view inside of the life of a South Asian girl/woman, the emotional self-talk, the customs and preferences, the expectations a...

John Smith: This is what Sci Fi is all about. Reads like early Heinlein. In the style of Space Cadets. No esoteric problems..but good ol blaster and space action with a host of relatable characters

Meri Amber: The plot is creative, fun and addictive! The writing is superb and the characters are really well put together. Definitely highly recommeded!

Prasino45: Hi! I happen to see your updated chapter on FF.NET!It happened to be about you coming onto Inkitt with this story! I've been a fan for a while! I'm a scqualphie writer myself. I ship them HARD! Love this story! I'm gonna do a reread as you said you changed some things! Glad we both made the switc...

More Recommendations

Steve Lang: I thought this story was imaginative, and well thought out. I also think it was an original piece, and not a rehash of previous scifi stories I've read in the past.Thank you for the effort put into this tale, and I look forward to reading more of your work!

This story wasn't for you ?
Look at our most viral stories!

FreakyPoet: "you made me laugh, made me cry, both are hard to do. I spent most of the night reading your story, captivated. This is why you get full stars from me. Thanks for the great story!"

The Cyneweard

Sara Joy Bailey: "Full of depth and life. The plot was thrilling. The author's style flows naturally and the reader can easily slip into the pages of the story. Very well done."

This story wasn't for you ?
Look at our most viral story!

Ro-Ange Olson: "Loved it and couldn't put it down. I really hope there is a sequel. Well written and the plot really moves forward."