Pulse - Book 1 of the Pulse book series by Javier Lopez
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My first novel Pulse is packed with terms, acronyms and jargon that you may not be familiar with. Because I made most of them up! Sometimes future-tech jargon can be overwhelming in sci-fi novels. I did my best to explain some of the terms as I went along.
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"You love her, right?" "What? No way. She's a mech." "It's written all over your stupid face." "Hmm. That obvious huh?" "That obvious. From day one, you were hovering around her like she was some kind of
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Marco Bautista placed his right hand on the dNeedle reader outside the Blade Complex's ALMA unit HOST chamber. The panel lit up green, confirming his identity, and two enormous entrance doors slowly opened revealing the large hall beyond. Kalen and Grace peered into the gloom, a little surprised
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Adam and Drexle stood side by side transfixed, their faces lit up by glare from the Chair room holoscreens. Their attention was drawn to a single, grey dot picked up by the security cameras. Whatever it was, it wasn't getting bigger, which meant that it had stopped at
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Prime Master Cascarina was drumming his fingers on the finely-crafted oak and maple table top in front of him. He was growing increasingly impatient with the unnecessary interruptions to the day's proceedings. How long did it take to bring one man before the high council, for God&
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Tapping noises. Scratching. Scraping sounds. Voices. Whispers. Tiny creatures scuttling around inside his head. Inside his head. They were trying to get inside. They were trying to drive him insane. Adam knew this would happen, but the attacks attempting to invade his mindspace were far more sophisticated than anything he&
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Grace woke up after what seemed like an eternal sleep. She was sitting on a cold metal chair, her wrists bound with steel restraints. A strange kind of pain pulsed up and down her body in regular waves. Her eyes felt as if they were being pulled out of their
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Adam's Skycheetah made its final approach, deployed its landing gear and gently eased into layers of freshly laid snow. As the engines powered down, the side doors slid open and a small set of steps shunted out, then retracted again as they tried in vain to find solid
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On paper, the journey from Grace's destroyed Freemech camp to the South Central Freemech-friendly landing station didn't look like much, but with Kalen's truck out of action, the resulting trek on foot was fraught with danger around every corner. Even as the Human
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The Blade rose up out of the heart of Nova York like an alien spire trying to pierce the firmament. Gleaming panels covered its surface from top to bottom sucking energy from the sun and blinding anyone that dared to hold their gaze in the tower's direction. Hundreds
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The Washington D.C. Intercity Waystation was crawling with Slavers. Lashing rain peppered their heavily-scarred, battle-worn armor. The skies above, black like tar, rolled from south to north, white lightning illuminating everything in its path, living and not living, conscious and unconscious, mobile and immobile. The light of
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"Flatten the cat! Don't say that! Maybe a rat? I'll get the bat!" Kirsten couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her tiny eyes struggled to focus as she peered through a gap in the rusty old container. Her nine-year old frame