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Genre: Science Fiction
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Synopsis: saving Grace
They've been there for generations, mining for a mineral that not only ensures their continued survival as it is the main building and power source of their entire operation, it is their reason for being there in the first place. Unfortunately, they lost contact with their home-world long before. So long ago, they aren't sure anyone is coming back for them. With no new supplies, things are falling apart and people are dying.
A mineshaft collapses, killing 30 of their finest with very few survivors. It is the turning point that drives Pian to start a revolution. She rallies to convince as many as she can that they must leave the moon they've inhabited their entire lives and find a new home. Her husband Dagnus disagrees, claiming it a suicide mission, and a civil war begins with their grown daughter caught in between. Their daughter, a survivor of the accident that started it all, and who had been widowed by the accident, has her own opinions about what her parents are trying to accomplish.
Are Dagnus and Pian fighting this battle for the survival of their people, or the survival of their daughter? And which side will she choose?
Excerpt: saving Grace
She watched in terror as the blast doors closed ahead of her, the sound of rushing water closing in behind her. This was it. The end. After all these years, this was how it was going to end.
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Everyone stared helplessly at the screen before them. They watched as the computer indicated the blast doors in the south mine closed, trapping the thirty people behind, condemning them to a watery grave. A collective sob swept through the control room. So many lives, many of them family, it didn’t seem right.
“To hell with this,” Pian said. She sat down at one of the control consoles and began typing away furiously.
“What are you doing?” demanded her husband.
“I’m not going to let our daughter die.”
“You can’t open those doors. You’ll kill us all!”
She turned her head only slightly, eyes never wavering from the console, fingers flying, “Just trust me for once, damnit.”
His face turned a stony colour, but he did not say another word, only turned once again to the larger screen in the center of the room to watch in horror with the others.
One by one, the small dots indicating life signs began to blink out.
The blast doors on the screen turned from red to green. A horrified scream erupted from somewhere in the crowd. “What are you doing? Are you mad?” roared Dagnus.
“I said to just trust me for once!”
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Grace felt her lungs burn, and knew the end was coming. She felt her world darkening when he suddenly leaned in and kissed her. Except … he wasn’t kissing her, he was pushing air into her. His air.
And then the world went dark.
