Deconstruction: Prologue to Relics of Dawn

By A.W. Davidson

Kaia knows her civilization exists on the brink. In 2296, an unstoppable mass extinction leaves Council scientists no choice but to unveil the Dawn Project. Their audacious plan will terraform the planet back to life… beginning with an exodus to the heavens.

 

When the Council's first city deconstruction doesn't go as planned, Kaia's life is swept toward an uncertain future. Will she be able to face what lies ahead?

Read about the events that ignited Kaia's passion for saving the world, then read the full story in Relics of Dawn from A.W. Davidson. Available now!

• Language: English
• Publisher: A.W. Davidson
• Release date: Oct 25, 2020
• ISBN: 9781736054932

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DECONSTRUCTION

DECONSTRUCTION

PROLOGUE TO RELICS OF DAWN

A.W. DAVIDSON

For our Future

Copyright © 2020-2022 by A.W. Davidson

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April 2022 Edition

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DECONSTRUCTION

WILDLIFE REFUGE #7 – CYCLE 2276

Kaia held her breath and pressed her ear to the bunk’s exterior wall. There was no trace of thunderous footsteps outside, only the sound of rain pummeling the observation facility as it had for hours. The mommy phara’s eggs need her, Kaia thought. She listened one more time. Nothing. She sighed, pulled a hood over her head, and looked back to the video on her viewpad.

A reporter raised his eyebrows and tapped the news desk. The climate is changing, yes, but does the Council really know best? We’ll return to our non-stop coverage of the Tragedy in Tremva after the break. The video cut away to an ad for an in-home nature projector, featuring over one hundred landscapes from the breathtaking past.

Kaia rolled her eyes the same way her daddy did whenever it came on and she could almost hear his voice saying, That’s just what we need! A greedy corporation profiting from pictures of nature before other greedy corporations ruined it.

She set the viewpad down on the mattress and pulled her purple blankie off the top bunk, then over her head to hide from the storm. Her suit’s protective coating crinkled as she raised her knees to make a little tent and rested the viewpad against her legs.

Play the Tremva deconstruction again, she told the pulsing red dot at the center of the screen.

A dark city skyline filled the display. The camera panned across the towering buildings of downtown Tremva to the trash-laden harbor, where crowded refugee ships sat low in the water, steaming toward the open ocean. The broadcast zoomed in on a long pier, where Kaia knew the deconstruction was about to begin. At the end of the pier sat an iridescent orb twenty cubits wide, with protestors gathered around to hurl insults at it, as if that would stop the Council from signaling the orb to start. The crowd parted for a lanky man in a red full body habsew suit making his way to the front. This was Captain Set, the one who dared to defy the Council’s evacuation order. A chill ran down Kaia’s spine as he stepped out into the open space between the protestors and the shimmering sphere. She wondered if he knew what was about to happen as he examined his reflection on its smooth surface.

He turned to face the protestors and scanned their faces before looking to the city beyond.

Kaia noticed his chest rise and fall and wondered what he was thinking as he looked out at the crumbling four-story seawall enclosing the city.