The Terran/Martian Wars are over. Earth has been devastated by sixteen years of asteroid bombardment. Civilization on Mars is gone. Civilization on Earth is teetering on the brink. Three hundred and eighty-five million dead. Billions more emigrated to other planets.
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Double Dragon Publishing
April 06, 2006
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Excerpt from Promise Tide by Peter Prellwitz
Monday, November 16th, 2415
The fourth one was the worst yet.
"Hey, Deborah!" Chrissy shouted over the dull murmur of the market place. The noise didn't justify her yelling so loud. That she was Chrissy did.
I looked away from the lady who was carefully painting my nails and toward my best friend. We'd known each other for years, so I'd long since gotten used to her attracting attention. I was convinced she did it to draw that attention away from me.
"Over here!" I yelled back, though not as loud. "What did you find?" Before she could answer, the lady firmly tugged my hand.
"Ma'am," she reminded me for the fifth time, "this Sofglo permeate looks best if the user remains still during its application." She looked at me sternly. "Quite still."
"Sorry," I replied sheepishly. She was a Bloomingdale's assistant and proud of it. While I was her customer, she would serve me only on Bloomingdale's terms. I kind of liked it that way. She nodded and returned to applying the Sofglo.
"Scan this!" Chrissy stepped beside me and showed me a long, slim nightgown, shimmering with each movement and smelling of sweetest pine. I scrunched my face.
"That's definitely not you, Chrissy."