Human Again: A Dystopian Sci-Fi Novel (Cryonemesis Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

alive in you. But it doesn’t work like that here. If you do anything that might put my children at risk one more time I'll have you assimilated.”
    If that wasn’t a threat I don’t know what is.
    “Get your skills tested tomorrow; we’ll find you something productive to do. Or at least acceptable,” she added, and then left the room before I could reply.
    When Isaac came back to our room that night I was afraid he’d start lecturing and preaching, but he said nothing, like he didn’t even care. Maybe nothing could surprise this old man. Or maybe he was just disappointed in me.
    “Tell me about the Purists,” I said, trying to break the silence.
    “I’m tired. Do you still have your balls attached?” He asked.
    So he knew about what happened.
    “Tell me about the Purists. I was right there when they shot those guards.”
    “It’s too long.”
    “You told me you’re a storyteller but you sure didn’t tell me the whole story about this place. Tell me the truth: the power outage didn’t happen out of nowhere, did it?”
    This statement got on Isaac’s nerves. He sat down on his bed and stroked his knees like he was trying to avoid something that’s uncomfortable.
    “What do you want to know?” He asked.
    “Everything.”
    “The Purists began in my time. The world’s temperatures rose and hunger started to spread because it was harder and harder to farm crops. Climate change was the faceless enemy that turned everyone against each other. Bigger groups looted from smaller groups. So what the Purists first did was teach people how to farm in those extreme conditions. And people started to get dependent on them.”
    Isaac paused, clearly appraising his fatigue and frustration. But I could tell he really wanted to convey this.
    “The Purists gave people seeds and also arranged the bartering between families and groups. They controlled the market place and the knowledge in a world of growing chaos and looting. People knew that the Purists would take care of them and keep them safe while all they needed to do was let them handle the exchange between different farms while taking a commission. It all worked well for awhile because they were too small for anyone to supervise, and especially because the world governments and police were crumbling. There was too much going on. No one cared about a bunch of farmers talking about how technology corrupted mankind and how any development is a sin against humanity.”
    I started feeling heavier in my bed. I was involved in something even bigger than I thought.
    Isaac sighed. I could tell he knew he had to tell it all as it was, no more half truths.
    “The world split into two: the few who had and the many who hadn't. The poor were the ones who fought each other like savanna animals. When it became impossible for the Purists to farm, they had to find another way to provide for the people who were depending on them. So they used the sin card and started to raid technological institutes in the name of Purity. When they could steal green technology they claimed it was only for survival means, and that once the atmosphere changed again they’d dispose of it. Every other technology was destroyed and with it the people responsible. Their food was of course looted.”
    “So they started killing scientists?” I asked.
    “Scientists, technicians and associated investors and businessmen.”
    “And no one stopped them?”
    “Who? By the time they started to cause trouble there was no real governing force to deal with them.”
    “And you still wanted to go under the freeze knowing that they’d try to destroy this place?”
    “It was the only safe place to be. They hadn’t even finished building it but I knew there was no other place.”
    He paused for a moment.
    “It’s not that I was defrosted here by accident. I care about this place. It saved my wife and me. I won’t just assimilate without knowing that I can trust who I leave behind.”
    He went inside his bed