Genesis (Part One)

By Matt K. Turner

FILM RIGHTS ALREADY OPTIONED BY MARK MORGAN, PRODUCER OF THE TWILIGHT FRANCHISE, GENESIS IS DESTINED TO BE A SCI-FI CLASSIC!
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In this action-packed thrill ride, Adam Markusson plunges into a storm of suspicion, paranoia, and mind-bending questions about his identity when he is forced to confront the possibility that he is in fact a bio-fabricated being created and owned by a ruthless multinational corporation.

As Adam desperately searches for answers, he sinks deeper into a world he cannot accept — a world where cherished memories are implants, his life a cruel experiment, and a future with the woman of his dreams impossible.

But the closer Adam gets to the truth, the more he becomes something unprecedented, someone more powerful than he ever thought possible. If he can learn to harness his newfound abilities in time, Adam just might find a way to save the woman he loves, his species, and possibly... the future of the human race.

About the book

Genesis - Part One is the first of a four-part science fiction serial masterfully blending full-tilt action, gripping psychological depth and surprising hilarity. The series takes the reader on a raucous adventure into a future not far from our own when the world must grapple with the question: What does it mean to be human?
Look for Part Two in March, 2014.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Matt K. Turner
• Release date: Jan 13, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310056895

Matt K. Turner

ABOUT THE AUTHORWho is Matt K. Turner? He is an enigma wrapped in an illusion stuffed in a secret decoder ring. Some say he’s an Inuit kelp farmer who writes haiku and science fiction during the off-season. Some say he’s just a pen name for a sentient Prose-bot being developed by the Turkish National Intelligence Organization. Others say he is an author and screenwriter living in Los Angeles with his wife and twin daughters... will anyone ever know the truth?

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GENESIS

Part One

Matt K. Turner

Genesis (Part One)

Matt Turner

Copyright 2014 by Matt K. Turner

Published by Synchrony Publishing

Cover design by Steve Siebert

Smashwords Edition

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For mom and dad.

CONTENTS

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

About the Author

CHAPTER ONE

ADAM STOOD IN THE RAIN. Beads of water dripped from his nose as he stared holes in the woman. On a typical morning he would be considered handsome — the kind of handsome that made a person feel like they were in the presence of a rare natural phenomenon like an albino cheetah or the Northern Lights.

But this was not a typical morning. This morning was a teetering layer cake of strange. This morning was a jumbo stack of What the fuck? This morning had so many bizarre details rammed into every crevice, it rendered Adam a slack-jawed zombie giving the woman both barrels of crazy eye as she continued a conversation on her cellphone.

Hold on. There’s this gorg guy looking at me… yeah, I probably would with him.

The woman, in tight jeans and too much makeup, wobbled with each step, wearing heels three inches higher than her ankles preferred. She was too far away to see how fiercely he watched her, unblinking, despite water cascading down his eyes. She smiled as she approached, only able to see the general form of a well-dressed man whose build suggested that he frequented the gym more than the bar.

She spoke as if he couldn’t hear her because he shouldn’t have been able to. She was nearly thirty feet across the parking lot with rain pissing down on the pink umbrella she held just above her head. But he could hear her. Adam could hear her as if she were camped out in his own eardrum. He had heard her from the moment she first entered the parking lot and said:

Are you kidding?! Frank is a total freak…. Yes! I tuck my shirt into my shorts, Frank. I didn’t tell you what he wanted to do to me in the kitchen?

Adam had turned with a laugh, dying to see who was loudly broadcasting such a private conversation. But there was no one. He scanned the parking lot, his eyes moving further and further to the edges until he located the woman just coming out of the elevator. He searched the lot again because it couldn’t be her. It couldn’t be the woman a hundred feet away because that would be—

I’m not a prude! I just don’t put stuff up there that I recently used to make potato salad.

It was her. It had to be. There was no one else around. But how? It shouldn’t be possible. He shouldn’t be able to hear her so clearly, without effort. If this were an isolated incident, it would be baffling, if not mildly disturbing. But this surge of auditory superpower was just one more detail from the morning piling up in his mind, crowding it with unsettling coincidences, oddities, and now, actual impossibilities.

By the time the woman was in a normal hearing range, she could see his icy blue eyes sparking under his full dark brows. She could see the way his angled jawline struck out from a prominent chin and formed a sturdy base for his perfectly proportioned features. She could see the subtle tan hue of his skin, a rarity for the middle of winter in Seattle. But what she could see most clearly was the jumbled mess of confusion on his face and the disturbing intensity with which he stared at her. It was all she could do to resist blasting a pre-emptive cloud of pepper spray in his direction as she hurried to her car.

After the woman sped out of the parking lot, Adam sat in his car, trying to reconcile the events leading up to this moment. A moment he felt sure was some sort of turning point, a moment at which he could no longer ignore the feeling welling inside of him. If he had to put a start date on it, he could point to a moment two months before when he felt the first pang of anxiety. Adam was suffering through another business lunch with two wallets, the kind of aggressive tech investors Adam tried to avoid. But his company had burned through the second round of angel investment eight months faster than he planned and he needed a cash infusion.

In just three years, an idea he sketched on the side of a cup of soy Chai Latte had grown into a sixty employee, cover of Wired Magazine, darling of the Seattle tech scene. As soon as the media got wind of the surprisingly handsome young entrepreneur, they couldn’t pump out enough copy about Adam. After years of assaulting their readers with photos of the pasty, bespectacled geniuses heralding the golden age of tech, Adam was the perfect storm of beauty and brains.

Adam accepted the wallets as a