Attrition of the Gods: Book 1 of the Mystery Thriller series Gods Toys. Read Online Free PDF Page A

a chip?” she whispers. “But that is impossible! Everyone has a chip. Even the favelas have chips. How does he live?”
    Ember looks at her wrist as she asks the question and Adam can clearly see she carries the latest version of an Aryan chip. Intrigued he reaches for her wrist to see the chip, his heart beating ever so slightly faster at the contact.
    “Wow. It’s tiny, more like a tattoo,” he says.
    “Daddy bought it… I mean… my dad bought it for me when I graduated. It has total quadro coms, limitless cyber storage and carries 2,300 credits.” Ember looks up and sees Adam is not impressed. “What now?”
    Adam ponders on whether to reply. He really doesn’t want to get into another disagreement with her; still he can’t just say nothing.
    “Raphael says that chips became compulsory as a means to control people. They are just another form of segregation designed to empower the Aryans and enslave the proletariat.”
    Ember frowns. “But chips were developed long before the return of the Messiah and the Aryans were not even identified back when chips first were used. They are compulsory because they are needed. I mean, how would you propose people buy food or enter their homes safely? How would we travel or enter public buildings?” Ember swipes her wrist across the entrance to the loop, smiling as she proves her point. The door folds open and the noise from thousands of commuters cuts the conversation short. Ember points to a holo-screen showing the shuttle schedule.
    “Next one is in two minutes,” she mouths to Adam. “We’ll have to run,” he shouts back but she takes his arm and points at her wrist. “We just need a hover bullet.”
    Suddenly a tubular-shaped vehicle with two hollowed-out horizontal seats hovers next to them. Ember swipes her chip across a magnetic panel and with a sibilant sound the capsule opens. This time he is impressed. He has seen the local police riding around on these and witnessed a couple of Aryans riding them but he never dreamed he would ever get a go.
    “Quick! Jump on!” she says.
    The tube stands vertical, the transparent roof folded open and they fit alongside each other against its base. The roof folds back around them. The vehicle then tips up, hovering so they are face down but held by its gravity belt. Ember feels Adam trembling and is touched that he is scared, revelling in the opportunity to take him out of his comfort zone. Adam hopes Ember doesn’t realise the trembling is caused by being in such close proximity to her.
    Seconds later they are flying through the station.
    “Yeeeehaaaa” shouts Adam, unable to control his excitement.
    The hover bullet automatically dodges the throngs of people while negotiating the twists and turns effortlessly. Soon they are approaching the stairwell down to zone eight and the craft seems to hover for a split second before dropping like a stone, whizzing past the heads of others who are running for the Ravensdale shuttle. Adam prays someone he knows sees him as the drone comes to a stop, rights itself vertically and the two disembark gracefully next to the Ravensdale direct door.
    “Fucking hell,” is all he can manage to say.
    Ember laughs at his wide-eyed look. “Guessing you’re a speed tube virgin then.”
    She then leaps onto the first carriage, when she looks round at Adam, he is standing on the platform staring at her with knotted eyebrows. “Aren’t you getting on?” she asks.
    Adam points to the sign above her head.
    Aryans Only!
    Her face is flushed and she involuntarily chews her lip.
    “We seem to be encountering lots of these geo-social issues you always mention,” she remarks, exiting the carriage and, taking Adam’s hand, she makes her way to the middle of the shuttle. As she walks she notices the disdain on the faces of the occupants of seats in the Aryan-only compartments as they look out at this young couple. She looks at Adam, hoping he is not too upset. She needn’t have worried, he is