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Title: Artificial [The Kepler Chronicles #1]
Author: Jadah McCoy
She struggles to feel human.
In 2256, the only remnants of civilization on Earth’s first colonized planet, Kepler, are the plant-covered buildings and the nocturnal, genetically spliced bug-people nesting within them: the Cull. During the day, Syl leaves her home in the sewers beneath Elite City to scavenge for food, but at night the Cull come looking for a meal of their own. Syl thought gene splicing died with the Android War a century ago. She thought the bugs could be exterminated, Elite city rebuilt, and the population replenished. She’s wrong.
Whoever engineered the Cull isn’t done playing God. Syl is abducted and tortured in horrific experiments which result in her own DNA being spliced, slowly turning her into one of the bugs. Now she must find a cure and stop the person responsible before every remaining man, woman, and child on Kepler is transformed into the abomination they fear.
He struggles not to.
For Bastion, being an android in the sex industry isn’t so bad. Clubbing beneath the streets of New Elite by day and seducing the rich by night isn’t an altogether undesirable occupation. But every day a new android cadaver appears in the slum gutters, and each caved in metal skull and heap of mangled wires whittles away at him.
Glitches—androids with empathy—are being murdered, their models discontinued and strung up as a warning. Show emotion, you die. Good thing Bastion can keep a secret, or he would be the next body lining the street.
He can almost live with hiding his emotions. That is, until a girl shows up in the slums—a human girl, who claims she was an experiment. And in New Elite, being a human is even worse than being a Glitch. Now Bastion must help the girl escape before he becomes victim to his too-human emotions, one way or another.
Welcome author Jadah McCoy (JM), as well as Syl and Bastion from Artificial! Today, Syl and Bastion will be giving us a peak into their lives before Artificial. Enjoy!
JM: Hey guys! Tell the audience a bit about yourselves!
Syl: Well, I grew up on Kepler in the sewers beneath Elite. Scrounging for food, barely surviving, you know the drill. My life revolves around avoiding those fu—
Bastion: *he covers Syl’s mouth with his palm* Careful, darling. A family blog is no place for your potty mouth.
Syl: *she rolls her eyes, swatting him away* Like I was saying, the Cull come out at night, and we do our best to avoid them. I don’t plan on being eaten anytime soon.
Bastion: *waggles his eyebrows very inappropriately*
JM: And you, Bastion?
Bastion: Me? Oh, I’m boring, really. *he makes a dismissive hand gesture* I live in a metropolis and occasionally pester an old mechanic into partaking in my mischief.
JM: So your homes are obviously very different, then.
Syl: *glances at Bastion* They couldn’t be more different. His is full of bright lights and life, mine is comprised of empty buildings and death. His flourishes, mine is slowly dying.
JM: But both are obviously very dangerous, albeit in different ways.
Bastion: Yes, well, while Syl here turns giant bugs into puddles of guts for a living, New Elite’s monsters are not quite so forthcoming.
JM: I see. And what was life like before you two met?
*they both look away, thoughtful*
Syl: Well, it wasn’t great.
JM: How so?
Syl: A lot of people died…some of them because of me. We were running out of food, out of space…running out of time.
JM: That sounds not so great. Bastion?
Bastion: It was…long and boring. Before Syl, my life was like a moonless night, and then she shot across my sky like a meteor.
Syl: *she rolls her eyes* This is him avoiding the question.
JM: …Did you really just quote Twilight?
Bastion: What? It’s a classic!
JM: Now I think you’re trying to get me off track.
Bastion: I would never. In fact, I resent that.
JM: Back on track! There’s a lot to hate about Elite and New Elite, that much is clear. But what’s one thing you love about where you live?
Bastion: Easy. That there’s still good in my fellow androids, despite all the war, the genocide, the horrors. There are still those out there willing to sacrifice themselves to help other androids, to help Glitches, and even humans.
Syl: I guess the mystery…the beauty. There’s so much knowledge out there…about my people, where they came from, all the strange things about them I don’t understand yet. It’s strange to walk into a room, untouched by anything but dust. The person’s shirt still laying across their bed where they took it off last. All their belongings still there. It’s haunting.
JM: I can see that. You must feel like an intruder everywhere you go.
Syl: Sometimes, yeah.
JM: So, I took the liberty of gathering a few questions from your adoring fans!
Bastion: Oh, joy! Let me sum it up for you, love. I don’t dream of electric sheep, I’m not going to tell you a joke, and my joy stick only vibrates if you pay ex—
Syl: *she covers his mouth with her hand, this time* Family blog, remember?
JM: Okay! First question is from Holly. What does Syl find most attractive about Bastion?
Bastion: Oi! These questions aren’t so bad!
Syl: Seriously? What do I find most attractive about Bastion? Hm… Probably the stupid face he makes when he gets his ass kicked and I have to save him.
Bastion: That’s cold, love.
JM: Next question is from Dylan. Bastion, as a Glitch, can you recognize other Glitches?
Bastion: Not really. I don’t have a “Glitch radar,” so to speak. But there are certain places Glitches are more apt to frequent.
JM: Last one. From Teresa, why does android society seemingly follow so many human social conventions?
Bastion: *laughs* I’ll say this: humanity is a hard habit to break once it’s learned. And the vastly superior genetically enhanced apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, my friends.
JM: Very interesting. Well, that’s all I’ve got for you. Thanks for answering questions!
Bastion: No problem. Thanks for creating us!
Syl: *laughs* See ya, boss.
About the Author:
Jadah currently lives in Nashville, TN and works in law. When not babysitting attorneys, she can be found juicing her brain for creative ideas or fantasizing about her next trip out of the country (or about Tom Hiddleston as Loki – it’s always a toss up when she fantasizes).
She grew up in rural Arkansas, yet can still write good and sometimes even wears shoes! She did date her first cousin for a while but they decided against marriage for the sake of the gene pool.
Her true loves are elephants, cursing, and sangria – in that order. If you find an elephant that curses like a sailor whilst drinking sangria, you’re dangerously close to becoming her next romantic victim – er, partner.
She cut her writing teeth on badly written, hormone-driven fanfiction (be glad that’s out of her system), and her one true dream is to have wildly erotic fanfiction with dubious grammar written about her own novels. Please make her dreams come true.
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