The Signal Reborn

By kam greene and kamerin greene

 

The Signal Reborn

by Kamerin Greene

 

They erased the truth. They silenced the world. But the signal came back.

 

In a future where memory is controlled and resistance is history, Chase Silas has been forgotten—by design. Branded a traitor after the collapse of a failed rebellion, he's spent years in the shadows of a world that barely remembers his name.

 

Until the signal breaks through.

 

A voice that shouldn't exist calls him from a forbidden dead zone. A voice that belongs to Tira—the one person he thought lost forever. Drawn back into the ruins of the old city, Chase uncovers a secret buried beneath ash and silence: an experimental AI system tied to Tira's memories, and a broadcast powerful enough to shatter the Ministry's grip on reality.

 

But the deeper he digs, the more Chase realizes some ghosts don't want to be found. And the Ministry isn't the only one watching.

 

Fast-paced, emotionally charged, and layered with mystery, The Signal Reborn is a dystopian sci-fi thriller about memory, rebellion, and what survives when truth is outlawed.

 

Perfect for fans of Red Rising, Black Mirror, and Scythe.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: kamerin greene
• Release date: Jun 30, 2025
• ISBN: 9798231051168

Book preview

Chapter 1: Ash and Order

The sky was a bruised sheet of smoke and static. What little sunlight pierced through fell in narrow blades, lighting up the broken shells of buildings and the husks of rusted cars, half-swallowed by the earth.

Chase Silas crouched behind a crumbled divider of concrete and rebar, rifle steady, breathing slower than his heartbeat.

Three Ministry transports rolled down the shattered street, flanked by Peacekeepers in gray armor. Their visors glinted, heads scanning. Two drones hovered overhead not high enough to miss, not low enough to shoot without giving away their position.

Convoy’s slowing down, Chase whispered into his comm. Three transports. Two drones. Guard spread’s wider than usual.

A pause. Then a calm voice replied in his ear  deliberate, even.

Hold, said Felicity. Let them settle. We don’t spook cattle before the cut.

Chase adjusted his aim slightly, tracking the lead vehicle. One of the drivers is panicking. Elevated pulse. Could be nothing.

Or it could be they know we’re here, Felicity said. Which makes this more fun.

From the other channel, Max’s voice buzzed in, bright with his usual cocky grin.

Drone signals are jammed. Their eyes are scrambled eggs. I’d be more worried about ground support  this route’s flagged.

Flagged how? Chase asked.

Meaning someone important’s watching. Or they’re baiting us, Max said. Either way, I’m recording. If we die, I want someone to admire the framing.

Felicity exhaled. Keep the sarcasm low, Max. If this goes sideways, I’ll feed your skull to a Peacekeeper dog.

That’s the spirit, Max said, chuckling. I love team bonding.

Down the road, the convoy finally stopped. Peacekeepers stepped out with precision  rifles drawn, eyes sweeping the ruins.

They’re setting perimeter, Chase murmured. No drones advancing.

Still no back chatter on their end, Max said. All quiet. They’re holding position, not patrolling. Strange behavior for a cargo run.

Felicity’s voice sharpened. Which means they’re not here to move. They’re here to wait.

Chase steadied his rifle.

Target on the left. He’s got a clear shot to the alley. Counting down before he radios.

Let him, Felicity said. And mark.

The first drone exploded above them in a flash of fire and steel, spiraling out of the sky like a broken star. It hit the ground in a fiery arc, scattering Peacekeepers into disarray.

Gunfire tore the silence open. Screams echoed through the ruins.

Chase broke from cover and sprinted low across the street, his coat flapping against the wind. Two shots cracked from his rifle one Peacekeeper dropped. Another turned, shouting into his comm

A clean snap silenced him. Felicity, from above.

The lead transport surged forward.

EMP out, Max said, fast.

Chase pulled the grenade and threw. It spun midair, hummed with energy, then burst in a shockwave of white light. The remaining drone shuddered, stuttered, and dropped in a spiral. The transport’s engine died, lights flickering out.

Drone’s fried. Convoy disabled. Signal’s dead, Max said. That’s a wrap, ghost crew.

Clear, Felicity confirmed. No movement.

Chase approached slowly. Ash drifted through the air. One of the fallen Peacekeepers lay still, helmet cracked and face bloodied.

He hesitated.

The young man’s eyes were still open.

Chase turned away.

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The train station was quiet, dim, and damp. Its ceiling had collapsed years ago, leaving steel beams twisted overhead like dead tree branches.

Max dumped the contents of one of the crates onto the table, whistling as he sorted.

Ammo, batteries, a plasma charger  ooh, look at this! He held up a small metal chip, grinning. Brand-new uplink key. They’re upgrading.

He tossed it to Chase.

Chase caught it and studied it in the faint light. Sleek silver. Smooth finish. No serial code. Just a faint emblem etched into its face  a burning dove.

Newest variant, Felicity said from the doorway, blade in hand. No ID marks. Disposable. They’re cleaning their trails.

They expect losses, Max added, kneeling by a half-disassembled drone. But this fast? They’re rolling out Phase Twelves already.

Chase frowned. This convoy wasn’t random. It wasn’t a supply drop, either.

Max looked up. Then what was it?

They were stationary. Drones didn’t scout ahead. The route wasn’t secure. Their comms were dead silent. Chase looked toward the exit. They were waiting for something.

You think we interrupted an op? Felicity asked.

I think we walked into a different kind of trap.

Max sighed, muttering to himself as he pried open a cracked control chip. Why is it never just an easy grab-and-go? Remember those? Five minutes in, five minutes out. No flaming drones or philosophical dread.

Felicity didn’t answer. She just watched Chase — the way he kept looking at that uplink key like it held more than data.

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Night fell like a dropped curtain.

Max lay sprawled across a pile of cables and drone parts, snoring softly. Felicity sat just beyond the doorway, rifle across her knees, eyes scanning the city for movement.

Chase knelt alone at the corner of the room, the uplink