Monday, February 5, 2018

Their Last Hope by Sarah Ettrich


Release date: January 24, 2018
Subgenre: Dystopian fiction, Technothriller

About Their Last Hope

 

AI specialist Liz Price is determined to see sentient androids in her lifetime, but then she’s diagnosed with terminal cancer. Hoping that her dream will be realized in the future, she arranges to be cryogenically frozen upon her death.

When Liz is revived years later, she expects to be cured. But sentient androids are taking humans and killing them for some unknown reason. They control the medical system, and they don’t treat serious illnesses.

A resistance group wants Liz to turn the androids back into mindless machines. They tell her that’s the only way to stop the androids, and the only way she’ll be cured.

Liz wants to live, so she agrees to work with the resistance. She secretly hopes she can reason with the androids, but then she finds out why they’re taking humans.

Excerpt:

 

She opened her eyes to blinding glare. Her eyes reflexively closed.
“It’s too bright,” someone said. “Dim the light.” Rustling, then, “Can you hear me? Hello? Can you hear me?”
Elizabeth Price. Liz. That was her name.
“Can you hear me?”
“Shit. I knew this wasn’t going to work.” Another voice. Deeper.
“How much time do we have?”
She cracked her left eye open. Two men hovered over her, one with a bushy black beard, the other clean-shaven.
“I’m surprised they haven’t noticed yet. We could have minutes, seconds…” A woman, sounding far away.
“They might not care,” the clean-shaven man said. “They haven’t taken anyone stored here.”
“I thought you said you could bring her around in under five.” The woman again.
“After she was thawed and revitalized,” he snapped.
“She’s been revitalized for almost twenty minutes.”
“One of her eyes is open,” the bearded man said.
The other man’s brows shot up, then he grinned. “Good, we’re in business. Can you hear me?”
“Yes,” Liz croaked. Her throat was on fire.
“Excellent. Sit up for me, will you?”
Before she had a chance to respond, he grabbed her hand and pulled. She popped into a sitting position. The room spun. “My head,” she groaned, grabbing it.
He frowned and looked at the bearded man. “We’re going to have to carry her out.”
“The best laid plans,” the bearded man muttered. “If you can haul her, I’ll keep them off us.”
The other man nodded and peered at Liz. “Do you know your name?”
She swallowed, trying to moisten her throat. “It’s—”
“Alarm!” the woman shouted.
Alarm? Liz didn’t hear anything.
“We’ve got to move. Now! Pick her up, Tony.”
Liz’s stomach roiled when the clean-shaven man—Tony—threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Her arms dangled helplessly down his back. Using all her strength, she managed to lift her head, and glimpsed a steel table, cupboards, used syringes and their wrappers on the tiled floor, a wheeled table next to the steel one. Then the room receded. A woman briefly swung into view; she was peering at a gadget in her hands. “Come on,” she said, and was gone.
They rushed down a sterile corridor. Liz lowered her head and closed her eyes. If Tony’s strides hadn’t been jolting her, she would have nodded off.
“Right now, they’re behind us.” The woman. “Take the first left.”
“We’re on our way,” Tony said, in a voice too low for the others to hear. “We’re coming out hot. Be ready to roll.”
They rounded a corner. All the bouncing up and down was making her dizzy. She wished she could lie down and sort through her jumbled thoughts. Her name was Liz. Price. She…algorithms. A chair that squeaked whenever she leaned back in it. Centre…Goodkind… Where was she? Who were these people? Revitalized?


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About Sarah Ettrich:


Sarah Ettritch writes science fiction, fantasy, and mystery stories featuring female main characters. She’s a certified story junkie who spends more time than she should making stuff up, reading, watching stories on Netflix, and pretending to be other people in role-playing games. Sarah lives in Toronto, Canada.

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