Abigail Wyeth was alone. Terribly, horribly alone. Her friends lay dead. Her new life was destroyed; nothing more than a smoldering crater in the Sahara. She herself lay on the desert sands, seriously wounded and bleeding, utterly alone. Alone with her thoughts. The thoughts of a dozen false personas. Six and half centuries of despair, her mind controlled, programmed, used, by others. Thoughts no longer hers. Thoughts that were destroying her mind, racing her toward an inevitable, agonizing death. Yet there still remained in Abigail a burning hope that fueled her. An indomitable will that refused to surrender. An absolute sense of justice that screamed its defiance to the inevitable. And a certainty of faith that reassured Abigail that she was not the sum of her thoughts but rather the totality of her soul, and would not always be alone.
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February 01, 2006
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Excerpt from Shards: Book Three by Peter Prellwitz
Sunday, June 15th, 2679
"This is Recon Five. Eyer here. I've got a wrecked NATech hov and six bodies. Send a salvage team and burial detail. Out. Harris! You and Mobieki check 'em for identags. Verilli, you take your triteam out on a five-kilometer skim. You two rookies get down there and assist Harris."
I dimly heard skimmers rev up their micron drives and race off. A few moments later, there came the clanging of metal and low tone of voices as they searched the ruined hovercraft.
There was the soft sliding sound of boots on sand coming closer, then I heard a man's voice. Judging by the jumpiness in his tone, it was one of the rookies.
"Check out this one, Jill! She must have taken a dozen rounds in her back alone. And have you ever seen so much blood?"
"Careful, Manuel! Remember what Sergeant Eyer said about--"
"About what? About dead people? Look at her!" I heard him approach and kneel beside me.
I should have tried moving my hand closer to my holstered gun, but I was too sleepy to even make the attempt. Besides, I was nice and warm where I was. Warm on the outside, and cool on the inside. I could have spent the rest of my life in this lazy, hazy twilight.