Wednesday, 22 April 2015

S is for...Synthetica

Today's A to Z blog challenge letter is brought to you by the letter S!

Today I thought I'd share an excerpt from Synthetica with you. If you're new to my blog, Synthetica is my debut YA sci-fi novel. Below is the blurb of the novel, for those of you who are new:

"Seventeen-year-old Anais Finch lives in a world where everyone is born beautiful, where every dream is a possibility - and where their every move and every piece of personal information is recorded by an ID picochip inserted behind their right ear. When technology giant, Civitas, finally announces the launch of their highly anticipated Scholarly Learning Programs, which allow people to download and learn any subject instantly, Anais can hardly wait.

But not everyone is pleased with society's progress, and not everyone wants to fit in. When Anais witnesses a brutal murder on an innocent citizen and is implicated in the crime, she becomes determined to uncover the truth, especially when others like it begin to occur all over the city. But it may already be too late for Anais to stop the man who calls himself 'the Hacker' before he commits his most appalling crime yet."

Today's excerpt comes from one of my favourite parts of the book - the Hacker, not content with the way one of underworld contacts has been doing business, finally decides to show his true colours. I've always felt that this is a kind of turning point in the book; we already know the Hacker is unhinged, based on his past actions, but it's only in this scene that we begin to realise that he'll stop at nothing to get what he wants. What makes him so dangerous if that it doesn't matter if you're on his side or not; if he believes you're standing in his way, it's pretty much the end of the line.

Enjoy the excerpt!

"It was only polite, after all, that one informed someone when their services were no longer required.
So it was completely beyond him why Denzel was on his knees, begging and crying. It didn't evoke any sympathy in him; if anything it simply made him more contemptuous.
Or maybe it had something to do with the knife in his hand. Every time Denzel glanced at it, he burst into renewed sobs.
P-please, just give me a chance, give me a chance. You'll have your money from the deal, I wasn't keeping from you, I swear, I swear. An' I sold six more of those chips today and I told 'em that if they had any friends, to send them my way. Word's getting out – I just need a little more time. Just a bit longer. Please, please...” Denzel seemed inconsolable as he dissolved into tears.
His brow creased as he tried to imagine what was going through this pitiful man's head. And then he decided he didn't particularly care.
Get. Up.”
His voice was soft, but he still saw Denzel flinch at the hoarseness of it, at how wrong it sounded. He was used to people recoiling at his voice. He didn't care so long as they still listened to what he had to say. Denzel gave a loud sniff and forced himself to his feet.
He took a step towards Denzel, and Denzel cowered back.
You can keep the money.”
Denzel looked as though he couldn't believe his ears.
This was never about the money. I have no use for it. Keep it.”
Relief washed over Denzel's face and he began to gush in his relief.
Thank you, thank you, I -”
Why are you thanking me?”
Denzel stopped. His gaze kept flicking back to the knife.
I am running out of time. And patience. You told me you could sell. Each and every one. Of those programs within a week. You have not. Lived up to my expectations. You have failed me.”
Denzel remained silent, stealing terrified glances between the knife and the masked face in front of him.
I have no use for failures.”
He lifted up the knife and Denzel squealed, stumbling backwards and falling onto the floor.
No – no! Please! I can still help you! Those programs – they're amazing, I ain't never seen a copy that good before. They're just like the real thing would be. I can sell them, I swear, I swear!”
He paused.
You really. Think they're. That good?” His voice was still as soft as he could make it.
Denzel nodded furiously.
They're real good. They'd pass any test, honest.” Denzel's voice was almost a squeak in his terror.
He looked down at Denzel grovelling on the floor. He was almost tempted to tell Denzel what his programs actually did – how they were so much more than anything Civitas could ever dream of. But then he decided it would be much more fun to show him.

Denzel,” his hoarse voice was quiet but the cruel, amused undertone was unmistakable. “Would you like me show you exactly how my programs work?”"

Hope you liked it!

If you did, make sure you check out Synthetica on Amazon and Goodreads :). 

Happy Wednesday everyone!


  1. Intriguing excerpt! I'm not sure Denzel does want to know how the programs work though...

    Annalisa, writing A-Z vignettes, at Wake Up, Eat, Write, Sleep

    1. Thanks, Annalisa :)! You're quite right, he doesn't want to know at all ;)

  2. Exciting excerpt. Once I read "begging and crying," I was hooked.

    I have to agree with Annalisa. lol

  3. Exciting excerpt. Once I read "begging and crying," I was hooked.

    I have to agree with Annalisa. lol

  4. Wow, this sounds like a great read. I love the little snippet you posted.

    Good luck with the A to Z Challenge!
    A to Z Co-Host S. L. Hennessy


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