It was a good lesson, and one that made her realize that shewashome.
The End.
An excerpt from book eight follows. Following that is a short story gift from Kaitlyn O’Connor and NCP.
Cyberevolution VIII:
The Revolt
By
Kaitlyn O’Connor
( c ) copyright by Kaitlyn O’Connor, 2007
Cover Art by Jenny Dixon, 2012
New Concepts Publishing
www.newconceptspublishing.com
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
Chapter One
“Mistress Tabitha!”
Tabitha stopped as abruptly in her tracks as if she’d just flattened herself against a wall. But it was the voice that had that effect rather than the fact that shehadbeen addressed or even theplacewhere she’d been hailed—which was the mechanical level two basement of her father’s building.
That fact by itself should have eliminated any possibility of running into anyone she knew since she worked on the twenty fifth floor. Safely preserving her subterfuge so that no one—especially her father—would ever be the wiser.
But, of course, the general consensus was that the voice didn’t belong to anyone.
That thought didn’t cross her mind, though.
It had been years since she’d last heard it and she still recalled that voice with a sense of wonder.
It sent shivers of delight coursing through her even after all this time, made her heart flutter in her chest with breathless excitement as if it would take flight.
Sucking in a sharp gasp, she whipped a look in that direction to visually identify the man that went with that voice.
But she didn’t actually make it that far.
Because she was snagged by the piercing, steel blue gaze of the man standing next to him.
The cyborg.
Her soaring heart hit the bottom of her shoes and skidded into a wall.
“Uh oh!”
“You know that borg?” the operations manager asked sharply.
Tabitha whipped her head back toward the operations manager so fast she heard a bone crack in her neck. Then she simply stared at him with wide, bulging eyes, trying to prod her brain into functioning, unable to get past the warning alarm going off in her mind, ‘Danger! Danger! Don’t give yourself away!’
In the end, it was instinct that came to her rescue.
Her brain abruptly went from zero to light speed, throwing everything at her at once, so fast she was certain she couldn’t possibly have grasped it all or even the half of it, but it was sufficient to kick her primal brain into action.
