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Brynin


This is a sci-fi series about a freed slave, a cloned man. It takes place in the distant future, far from earth.


This is a series: each book is a standalone, but is best read in order.


 

Brynin

Written By: Thadd Evans
Series: Brynin #1
Published By: Devine Destinies
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This is the story of a cloned man, the captain of a space transport ship, a freed slave, Jason_664. In the...

The robot got to his feet, facing me. A laser beam shot out of its forehead—hit my face, blinding me with a bright light. I closed my eyes and stood still, waiting for the robot to kill me by burning a hole in my head.

Gradually, the light darkened. Now there was a small hot spot on my chest. I opened my eyes and looked down. Not far from my neck, the robot lowered its head slightly, and the laser beam moved up the center of my chest. I stayed in one spot, trying not to provoke the android while the hot spot started burning my skin.

As the pain increased, I clenched my teeth. At the same time, the beam spread out until it was five inches in diameter. The beam moved to the right, and went down to my hips, and shut off.

For some unknown reason, the robot marched toward its original position. After arriving there, it pivoted, and faced ST7.

I took a deep breath, relieved, and glanced down. Sakra hadn’t moved. His mouth was wide open, both eyes staring into space.

Wanting to know if he had a pulse, I stooped, and touched his wrist.

Nothing.
 

This is the story of a cloned man, the captain of a space transport ship, a freed slave, Jason_664.


In the distant future, The OTA Corporation, an organization that is spread across many planets, has created elite clones called the C. The C, the smartest humans that have ever lived, fly and maintain OTA’s starships. This is the story of one of them, Jason 664, a freed slave, a man who longer has to work for OTA.
 
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Brynin 2

Written By: Thadd Evans
Series: Brynin #2
Published By: Devine Destinies
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In the distant future, the OTA Corporation, an organization that is spread across many planets, has created elite...

We finished our meal. Yar removed a tablet from her pocket. A screen came out of the side of the device and started floating. Close to the top of the screen, one that glided toward Yar’s face, text brightened. Mii, on. Yu on. Way oh.

I rubbed my chin. “What does that statement mean?”

“It’s a Niil poem called Onily. I’ll read it.

“Umber swept away

“Yes Menot

“Embers speak

“Yes Massi.”

I glanced at her. “I don’t understand it.”

“It’s a rough English translation. Eighty thousand years ago, an asteroid hit Onily, a moon that orbits my home planet, Dusik. Within a month, from the North Pole to the South Pole, Dusik’s tides changed. Menot, an Embers Congressional member, said that like the tides, the Niil needed to change, remain open to new ideas. Otoq, a colleague, agreed with Menot.”

I nodded. “It’s an interesting poem.”

“Yes. However, there are some drawbacks. Although Menot, a great poet manipulated his Heta waves, infrared light, by breathing in specific rhythms, it’s difficult to translate them into English, Qoowo, Aito, Turon, or any other language.

“There is another concern. Some Heta waves smell like the ocean. When you sniff others, the odor reminds you of a forest.”

I raised one eyebrow. “Translating Niil into English is tough.”

“Definitely.

“Several years ago, my brother, Ro, told me about a journey through the Ydnn Forest. Halfway through the story, his Heta waves, a group of patterns, morphed until they resembled leaves. The patterns smelled like cedar.” Yar paused.

“I don’t understand, but it sounds interesting.”

“Someday, you might grasp what his poem is saying.”

In the distant future, the OTA Corporation, an organization that is spread across many planets, has created elite clones called the C. The C, the smartest humans that have ever lived, fly and maintain OTA’s starships. This is the story of one of them, Jason_664, a man who no longer has to work for OTA.

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Brynin 3

Written By: Thadd Evans
Series: Brynin #3
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Jason’s space transport ship reaches Icir, a crowded planet, a place no one aboard has been to before. A...

Yar’s voice came out of my earplugs. “Jason, Greg, Nianda may need medical attention. She usually sleeps for eight hours. A moment ago, after noticing that ten hours have gone by since she went to bed, I tried to wake her by touching her shoulder, but she didn’t respond.”

I turned on autopilot, a device that would take over for a short time. “We’ll be there in a moment,” I promised.

Both of us entered the passenger compartment.

Yar, who was standing next to Nianda, turned toward us. “For the last nine days, Nianda has complained several times, saying she’s taken a lot of pills to get rid of headaches.

“Yesterday, I asked her if we could help. She said that only an RSS, a Robotics Surgical Specialist, could replace the frozen biopolymer tubes in her lungs. Then she told me she would search for one when we reached Icir.”

I scowled. “I just sent an email to a galactic air controller, asking him to help us find an RSS. The moment he responds, I’ll tell you.”

Yar nodded. “Thank you.”

As Greg and I headed for the bridge I thought about the RSS, medical professionals with difficult jobs. Every cable inside an HBE was different. Biopolymer tubes oxygenated blood along with other fluids.

Although Humans, Aito, and other races’ lungs made oxygenation seem easy, it wasn’t. For millions of years, red and white blood cells, telomeres, nerve endings, dendrites, and countless other cells had evolved to make maximum use of oxygen. As a result, Humans’ and other races’ bodies lived longer.

Humans, Aito, and other sentient races had created artificial lungs to extend their lifespans for over two centuries. Despite many successes, those lungs broke down and had to be replaced by a RSS. But if they inserted the wrong biopolymer tubes that obstructed cell regeneration, Nianda might die immediately—or she would pass away in several days, weeks or months.

There was another issue, an old one. Did Nianda have enough money to pay for her operation? I couldn’t afford it. I stuck my hand over my tablet, sending a text message to all the passengers.

Yeliv’s voice, a quick response, came out of my earplugs. “Jason, none of us has enough money to help Nianda with her medical bills. All of us are sorry.”

“I understand.”

Greg shook his head. “Jason, I apologize, but I can’t afford to help Nianda either.”

Death by poverty—as I said, an old problem.

Jason’s space transport ship reaches Icir, a crowded planet, a place no one aboard has been to before.
After a long trip through deep space, they need to find a safe planet to live on. Is this one at war?
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