Release date: January 23, 2020
Subgenre: Cyberpunk
About Mother Savant:
It is now 2244 and the all-female society of Arkite is on the brink
of revolution. Only the return of the Mother Savant can hope to
maintain order.
Savant Elise Jackson, Arkite’s supreme leader, is stricken with
terrible grief over the recent loss of her lover. She has spent the
last two years with her assistant, Sara, trying to repair and
genetically engineer her lover’s damaged body and mind.
But the Viceroy of Pyramid City and her followers in the Savant Council have no interest in squandering the city’s resources for Elise’s personal gain. With the help of the mainframe AI, they will vie for power, even attempting collusion with Sara and sabotage.
And even if her enemies fail and Elise somehow manages to revive her lover, Elise knows she’ll have to vie for something she covets even more—her lover’s love. For Sara once loved her just as much, if not more.
But the Viceroy of Pyramid City and her followers in the Savant Council have no interest in squandering the city’s resources for Elise’s personal gain. With the help of the mainframe AI, they will vie for power, even attempting collusion with Sara and sabotage.
And even if her enemies fail and Elise somehow manages to revive her lover, Elise knows she’ll have to vie for something she covets even more—her lover’s love. For Sara once loved her just as much, if not more.
Excerpt:
There comes a time
when rage no longer quenches the emptiness inside a broken heart. No matter how
much glass is shattered, wood splintered, or flesh torn, the death of her lover
remained. Elise used to just let herself rage, but rage did nothing. Her lover
was gone. It was time to get over it.
Elise would never get
over it.
Of course, she wasn’t
gone. Her naked body stood frozen upright in a metal cryochamber located in the
shiny white-walled train car of HQ Lab with frost and ice crystals forming
along the cold glass and distorting the image of her gorgeous face. Her naked
body—once alluring—had lost its attraction within the silver metallic capsule.
It was bad enough that Elise had to mourn for her; she also had to look at her
dead, frozen body.
Even before her
lover’s death, Elise could not stand working in the lab. Any interest in
science had been stifled long ago under the torture of Team Mother Reyburn. So
in order to avoid the lab and the view of her dead lover, she did most of her
work at the third floor of her penthouse office. She dealt most of the dirty
work to her ditz assistant, Sara, who visited the icicle chamber often when it
came time for tissue samples.
Elise shifted in her
chair, bringing a shaky wine bottle up to her lips. She would get drunk tonight
. . . or this afternoon . . . or morning. Whatever fuck time it was. No, she
was already very inebriated, drunk in the dark emptiness of her home. All the
blinds were drawn closed outside along the slanted windows of her pyramid
penthouse. But it was dark outside, she thought. She spun a little on her
half-egg-shaped swivel chair, nearly dropping the bottle. She took another swig
of wine—a very large one—down to the last drop, most of it dripping down her white
robe.
She had been so
close, so close to bringing her back. No one had ever been so close to bringing
the living back from the dead. But her neural decay had been too rapid. After a
year and a half of failures, Elise had finally sought help from scientists in
her newly constructed ultramodern research center in Sky City. She had sent her
precious small silver disk there under armed guard. And it had been there, in
Sky City, until that Dr. Lilith Carloff had stolen her beloved.
You fucking bitch!
She hurled the empty
wine bottle down her ramp, hearing it roll the three floors down and crash
against a wall. Then she laughed.
And now the Savant
Council was about to overthrow her.
Elise had squandered
everything for her lover. Her plan, perfect before Lilith had spoiled
everything, had been to revive her, proudly present her to the Council as a
sample of immortality, and be granted a delay in completing the Lazarus
Project. Now Elise had nothing.
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About A.L. Hawke:
A.L. Hawke lives in Southern California torching the
midnight candle over lovers against a backdrop of machines, nymphs, magic,
spice and mayhem. With a medical science background, the author specializes in
romantic fantasy and science fiction.
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