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“I think... if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.”
-Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina
“Identify,” he shouted.
She lay unconscious in an envelope of nourishing liquids. Labels marked with hieroglyphic writing identified the asteroid where he found her, Dugnamtar-Five. The cluster of escape-pods had lain there for millennia, half buried in ice and rock.
The fleshy envelope in which she now lay was itself contained within a golden wetet, bristling with technology. Tubing, stimulation pads, and fleshy wrappings were attached to patches of humanoid skin still visible.
She was naked but for cybernetic components that covered most of her body. A scratched, crevassed mask attached to her face, resembled humanoid features, an artificial visage warped and discolored from ancient battles.
“Identify,” he said again.
She saw blotches, red light swarming around her face as the visual cortex came online. Her mind swam. Images of star maps, ruined cities, refugees, devastations, fires, crashes, “…escape pods,” she murmured.
“That’s it,” he said, moving closer. “Identify,” he whispered, bending down.
She gasped with panic and opened her eyes. Trying to lift her arms, she was bound to the envelope. She looked towards the voice, where the voice sounded. A silhouette of a man stood there.
“Identify,” he said again.
“Alcu’s collapsing,” she yelled, trying to sit up. “Can’t,” she grunted. “Can’t move.”
“Identify, my child,” he said, caressing her cheek. “I’m Seth, the one who found you.”
She met his eyes, looking into his face, her vision was clear. “The Alcu-bubble’s collapsing, you idiot. Get to the pods,” she said.
“That’s right,” he whispered, laughing. “Now, tell me. Identify yourself. Who are you?”
She looked around her. Who was she? she wondered.
“My crew,” she shouted. “Where’s my crew?”
“Dead,” he whispered. “All dead. Like you, eons ago.” His expression twisted into a crooked smile.
He gave a hand signal to a bot hovering nearby.
The bot whizzed and clicked. Tubes attached to her body jerked, injecting large doses of chemicals.
Her back arched. She was hyperventilating. She screamed. Her muscles clenched with pain.He laughed softly and bent over her again. Looking at the label on her shoulder, he fingered lettering that read, Dalkhu. “You were the captain?”
SandraHan1: This story is very descriptive, with vivid scenes from the very beginning, which made for a good scene setting. I love the symbolism in names, such as “Naysayers”, “Hadd”, etc . The story itself is revolutionary, intriguing, emotional and exciting. I was very pleased to see that there is a happy ...
re8622: The Last Exodus quickly grabbed my attention. Almost as soon as I started reading the story, I couldn't put it down. I found that the ideas the author put forth were very thought provoking given the turmoil we have seen gradually rise over the last several years. I felt that I could understand th...
Marijana1: The melancholy present throughout this story has the power to influence and etch into the minds of the readers, to stay there and refuse to leave even after they have finished reading the story. This is a deep, powerful story, making the readers wonder about everything – about love, about their e...
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NancyRichFoster: This second book of the Anmah Series was as awesome as the first story, I disagree with spare runner. The names were ordinary names with different spellings, which I for one loved. I am now going to read the third book in this amazingly awesome story!
Erica: La trama es muy interesante y original y eso ya dice muchísimo cuando todos tratan de triunfar con ideas ya trilladas.No puedo opinar en detalle sobre la gramática, porque a pesar de entender el inglés a la perfección, la falta de uso en cuanto a lectura y diálogo hacen que me maneje bastante mal...