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DARK WORLD BOOK 1:
CAGE

by

C.L. SCHOLEY

TORRID BOOKS
www.torrid books.com

Published by
TORRID BOOKS
An Imprint of Whiskey Creek Press LLC

Whiskey Creek Press
PO Box 51052
Casper, WY 82605-1052
www.whiskeycreekpress.com

Copyright © 2015 by
C.L. Scholey

Warning: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 (five) years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

Names, characters and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author or the publisher.

No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

ISBN: 978-1-63355-577-8

Cover Artist: Vinessa Riley
Editor: Melanie Billings
Printed in the United States of America

WHAT THEY ARE SAYING ABOUT

GAME ON!

This is one married couple whose appetites for each other grow ever stronger with each passing year. They thoroughly enjoy discovering new ways to keep the spark alive and thriving. Allowing another couple to share in their fun only seems to increase the possibilities. Keeping the love alive is certainly not a problem for Mac and Jenney, which makes their escapades deliciously fun to read.
~
Coffee Time Romance

ENGULF – NEW WORLD BK 5

Abri is a strong female heroine. She didn't let deafness de-fine who she is. Raiden is a likeable guy. Why? Even though Abri is deaf, Raiden picked her for his female.
C.L. Scholey has done a terrific job of creating this futuristic romance series. We have action, romance, adventure & mystery all in 102 pages.
~
Romance Bookaholic Traveler

THE BRETHREN OF TAVISH – VAMPIRE COVEN BK 1

The Brethren of Tavish is a wonderfully written book. The characters are well rounded and bring you into the story as if you were really there. The story flows smoothly tying one part to the next. The plot is well thought out, giving you plenty of action...
~
Night Owl Reviews

Other Books by Author Available at Torrid Books:
www.torridbooks.com

Game on!
Enslaved
Timeless Witch

New World Series

Shield
Armor
Impenetrable
Apparition
Engulf
Guardian

Vampire Coven Series

The Brethren of Tavish
A Vampire to Watch Over Me
A Vampire’s Embrace

Unearthly World Series

Bay’s Mercenary
Zuri’s Zargonnii Warrior
Bethany’s Heart
Cautious Surrender

Elements Series

Fire’s Flame

Viking Warriors Series
w/a Constantine De Bohon

Valhalla Hott
Valhalla Wolf
Valerie Heat
Norse Valor

Viking Warriors Mega Book

New World Series Package Set – Books 1 to 5

Dedication

For LaVonne. Go get the world Tiger, you’ve got it by the tail!

Chapter 1

“How you doin’ back there?”

“Fine.”

“Bored?”

“No.”

“Here, maybe this will help.”

Cyra jumped when a woman appeared in the front row of seats directly across the walkway from her in the space shuttle
. I will never get used to that, damned creepy things.
The SFC, simulated female companion, was drab, neither fat nor thin; she wore red cargo pants and a red loose-fitting t-shirt which matched Cyra’s outfit. The companion’s skin was blue toned, bald, no eyebrows or lashes, with pink eyes and thin to virtually no lips, and void of ears. Created to not appear threatening, it was weird, in a disturbing way. The interactive holograms were used on lone flights such as these for adults, or to entertain children with games, or as school tutors.

I’m surprised Earth children don’t have constant nightmares.

Artificial life forms were commonplace on Earth. Perhaps too common, replacing pets and in some instances children for married childless couples who wished to ‘play’ family for a day without the responsibility. They were also mandatory for new couples or singles to ascertain if they wished to become parents or pet owners and monitored to make certain said couple or single could manage.

In certain situations, the artificial life forms proved a boon in a fast-paced society where time meant everything. Artificial life forms were also easy to maintain, hypoallergenic as well as hygienic with no waste. A small sound and then small unpleasant odor wafted Cyra’s way. Her nose wrinkled, it wasn’t the SFC, they were without flatulence; her captain, however, was not. Cyra was glad the captain was real—although he was somewhat dense. If she wanted to, she could have activated her own SFC and reprogrammed it to be entertaining.

“Hello, my name is Luz,” the SFC began with a smile of welcome and in a voice which was the personification of politeness. The phrase was repeated three times, once in English, Mandarin and then Spanish. All three main languages were deemed universal and taught mandatory throughout the planet. Cyra sighed, all SFCs were named Luz. A nice easy name you could associate with a friend. “Would you like to hear about Earth’s recent activities?”

“No.”

“Would you like to initiate in small talk?”

“No.”

“Do you feel apprehensive about your flight?”

“No.”

“Perhaps you would prefer a male SFC?” The SFC began to deflate the medium sized breasts to a flat broader chest and change the tapered waist and roundish hips, performing a sex change in front of her.

“Good God, no. Deactivate.”

Damned creepy things.

“Have a safe and pleasant trip.” And Luz was gone.

Shifting her ass sideways on the padded black seat to feel more comfortable, Cyra glanced out the starboard window of the space shuttle. She was happy to be headed home to Earth. The planet’s round blue-grey marble was a dot in the horizon, but there nonetheless, in the distance. After a six month stint on the satellite ‘Goin’ Places’ she was anxious to return home and sink her teeth into real food. A steak and baked potato preferably, washed down with an ice cold beer. The food on the satellite was boring. Nourishing and nutritious didn’t necessarily mean delicious or tasty; it was edible, end of story. There was a ban on alcohol on the station; intimacy was also banned, not that it would affect her. Privacy was also banned, though not specifically indicated. Cyra wanted nothing to do with in-your-face machines dodging her every move, daily physical updates and asking endless questions of what she was doing.

I’m taking a dump; wanna analyze it when I’m finished?

Some peace and quiet by a lakeside cottage was what she needed most, and not simulated in a holodeck. Cyra wanted the real deal; thankfully, her station in life could afford it. Solitude would be heavenly after having every moment stalked, recorded, dissected. Hopefully her next placement would be on a space station, not a strict government satellite with constant monitoring, with real people, real food, a spa, and booze. Her actions would still be monitored on Earth or a space station as was everyone’s, but incognito and not to such an intrusive degree. In a few short hours, freedom would be hers for at least three months until the government nagging would start. Sometimes it sucked being the best in the business. Cyra could figure out any computer, on any station, any mishaps. She could fix anything—except her love life.

Her hectic lifestyle gave her virtually no time to fall in love. She had come close a few times, but every time her relationships came to an abrupt end when Mr. Right turned into Mr. Wrong the second he found out he wasn’t the center of her universe. For some strange reason, guys didn’t like the idea when classified as second and gravitated away.

At almost thirty, Cyra decided her boyfriend was her occupation. She always went back to ‘him.’ At the moment part of the love affair with her job was gazing out the shuttle window at the stars, at space, dreaming about new discoveries. Endless nothing, some said, but to Cyra it was so much more. It was endless possibilities. There were other worlds out there. Some good, some bad, but for someone like her who spent her young life visiting everywhere on Earth, the universe was a new playground.

A bump jostled her for a moment. The seat beneath her expanded and plumped, forming to her ass and thighs to settle her movements until she stilled. An SFC appeared to hold her hand. Cyra jerked her hand away in annoyance; she wasn’t a big baby.

“Hey, what’s going on?” she called. Then to the SFC: “Deactivate.”

“Have a safe and pleasant trip.” The SFC was gone.

“Sorry, had to maneuver around space debris. Damn garbage. We need ‘no littering’ signs up here.” The pilot continued to grumble and grouch about nations not following the rules of etiquette. “Would it be too damn hard to pick up after yourselves, or monitor your shit, lazy bastards?”

Cyra tuned him out as he continued to rant with the wrongs of the world. She could see the waste floating in space out her window and frowned. Mangled metal glided past eerily; ominous was an odd way to describe the graveyard. The mess hadn’t been here six months ago. She leaned forward, glanced back for a moment at the six double rows of empty shuttle seats and faced forward. A first-class flight was boring. She had been hoping for real company; a screaming baby would have been entertaining, something other than machines. The pilot was new to her and she didn’t even know his name.

“Do you go by captain, pilot, or would you prefer I call you by name?” Cyra asked.

“Captain is fine.”

“Hey, is that the remains of some station, Captain?” she asked.

“Yep. Some of it. Didn’t they tell you after they built ‘Goin’ Places’ they were going to tear down, ‘Headed Here’? Space ships and all, dismantled.”

“No, or maybe they did. I’m afraid unless it’s important to my job, I have selective hearing.”

“Sounds like my girlfriend.”

Cyra leaned back. She had no interest in engaging in a talk about why whiny men weren’t put first. Cyra liked computers; you tell them what to do and they do it unless they’re broken. She could fix the problems so the computers weren’t broken anymore. It was too bad guys didn’t work the same. Once an ass always an ass; as they say, you can’t fix stupid.

It wasn’t that Cyra didn’t like men, she did. On a deeper level, she realized family should come first, but when the weight of the world was on her shoulders she couldn’t come home from space to make a boyfriend a BLT. Those types of needy men were what she could do without. Unfortunately, they were all she seemed to attract.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Cyra asked, a voice invaded her thoughts and she suddenly realized the captain was talking to her.

“Things might get a bit bumpy. Hang on. Christ, it looks like the planet dumped
all
of its garbage out here.”

Cyra gazed out another window, then another. The captain wasn’t kidding; the open space was a mess. Trashed cars tumbled and drifted with parts of older planes and monorails. Old microwaves that could only heat to proper temperatures on voice command in seconds but not freeze food in seconds were among the discarded, deemed useless items rolling. Cyra felt a growl coming on. As always after six months, she would return home only to find her home upgraded and she would spend weeks learning to work the new items. She wondered if the new appliances would be voice or touch activated. Most were voice commands as touch led to the inevitable germs. Handy, unless you had laryngitis or a sore throat. Either way they were a bitch to program.

Nothing like talking to a washer, screaming, ‘Spin, damn you!’

Earth had gotten into a nasty habit as ‘out with the old’ was sometimes a one-month-old device. Technology was a chore to keep up with, and heaven help the losers who couldn’t afford the here and now—as was the census. Cyra thought it a waste, and the waste was astronomical and growing worse on Earth. Solar cars replaced gas, natural gas, electric and diesel. Any machine not using solar was outdated and useless, languishing in the too many dumps that needed to be compiled together.

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