Superhuman Autopsy: An Agents Of The Emperor Science Fiction Short Story: Agents of The Emperor Science Fiction Stories

By Connor Whiteley

A Dead Superhuman. A Doctor. A Puzzling Mystery.

Mysterious deaths happen in the far future.

Doctor Florence examines dead superhumans. She finds a superhuman that just died. Florence investigates a perplexing death.

Every single superhuman depends on Florence.

This exciting, unique, enthralling science fiction story will hook you from first to last word in this high-tech story from bestselling author Connor Whiteley.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: Oct 20, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215273555

Connor Whiteley

Hello, I'm Connor Whiteley, I am an 18-year-old who loves to write creatively, and I wrote my Brownsea trilogy when I was 14 years old after I went to Brownsea Island on a scout camp. At the camp, I started to think about how all the broken tiles and pottery got there and somehow a trilogy got created.Moreover, I love writing fantasy and sci-fi novels because you’re only limited by your imagination.In addition, I'm was an Explorer Scout and I love camping, sailing and other outdoor activities as well as cooking.Furthermore, I do quite a bit of charity work as well. For example: in early 2018 I was a part of a youth panel which was involved in creating a report with research to try and get government funding for organised youth groups and through this panel. I was invited to Prince Charles’ 70th birthday party and how some of us got in the royal photograph.Finally, I am going to university and I hope to get my doctorate in clinical psychology in a few years.

Book preview

SUPERHUMAN AUTOPSY

Florence knew the amazing superhumans of the Emperor, his Angels of Hope and Death, did not just die. They were always blown up, shattered or slaughtered by one form of combat or another.

But this one had just died.

Captain Daniel Sparrow was a perfectly fit, healthy superhuman, he was shot up multiple times in various theatres of war, but Florence knew he was healthy. Being shot did not matter to the likes of the Angels. It was just life.

And yet as Florence stared at the admittedly attractive man on her stab, she knew it was her job to find out how he died.

As Florence stared at his smooth pale skin, his strong superhuman muscles and his strong jawline, Florence remembered all the fun times they had had together. Of course they hadn’t dated, as much as that annoyed Florence, but he was a great