This is my first time ever with the Weekend Writing Warriors. I’m sharing my 8 sentences from one of my current WIPs, The Voyage of the Inara Marue.
I can't remember the last time I cried. Maybe it was the day they told me I would die. Maybe it was the day they told me I would become something no person had ever been before. Maybe…maybe…I should just forget about the when and worry about the why. Or maybe I shouldn't as I'm sure they would analyze the whole notion of me crying until there was nothing left to analyze.
But right now, I look at them through pried open eyes while my chin is in my chest, watching their every move with my enhanced eyesight and wonder if they even know or understand just what they have created. I don't even think they know I'm watching them. I know they are nervous…maybe that's not quite the right word…paranoid would be a better word choice.
This novel is a sci-fi with romantic elements and is about a woman who was modified without her permission. Her modifications are many, like limbs, eyes and nanites flowing through her body. She was built for a special mission but those in power at the military want her for something very different.
Hope you enjoyed my Sunday 8.
Thanks and see you next time!