Remember Bananas? (Part Three)

By Kayla North

Only the nanotechnology enhanced graduates have survived the crash of their transport ship.

Petra makes a startling discovery about the protein source of the Cubes that sustain her nano kin.

When the Opposition is revealed to be more familiar to Petra than she could have ever imagined, a choice has to be made: should she remain with the ship, and with the Federation?

Or abandon the only life she has ever known, and instead join the ranks of the enemy, and embark on the journey to uncover who - and what - she truly is?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kayla North
• Release date: May 24, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463859230

Kayla North

Kayla North is the Pen Name of a reality-questioning amateur authoress living in Western Canada.Earth-bound, I dream of Elsewhere, but am waking now to wonder: what is Truth in an Age of Influencers and Illusion?New fiction to be released weekly.You can follow Kayla North at:https://kaylanorthauthor.wordpress.com/https://www.facebook.com/kayla.north.50159https://twitter.com/KaylaNorthSciFihttps://www.wattpad.com/story/224624811-remember-bananasYou can also contact me at:[e-mail]

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Remember bananas?

(Part Three)

Serial Dystopian Young Adult Fiction By:

Kayla North

Published by Kayla North

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Part Three:

The ship is falling at an awkward angle.

The rear of the ship, the heavier end, is now the nose, pointed toward the ground. I am clinging to the bench that is no longer perpendicular to our descent, but slanted, with my feet pointing toward the swiftly approaching ground.

I stare down into the perfect black of Midnight’s face, and as we fall, it is as though I am falling forward into her, into her impossibly dark void.

I would cover you with my body, and wrap myself around you, she yells up at me, her voice carrying above the howl of our plummeting ship. But I’m more dense than you are, more mass-heavy. If we hit hard, I don’t want to risk crushing you.

Before I have time to respond, the howl of our descent is interrupted by the rapid battering and rumble of our crash.

The air is knocked out of my lungs, but I hold on.

Even as the bench lurches, I hold on.

The Enhanced kids scream, and are silenced forever.

The acrid smell of burning wires fills