The countdown to Claiming Cure’s release day continues! I’m sharing scenes from the first chapter as we wait for its release on November 19th.
You can read the first scene of the first chapter here:
https://tasteofcyn.com/?p=12411
This week I’m sharing the third scene.
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What should we do next? C asked.
There is no we. Cure told the male yet again. I’m traveling to Cancri B.
That was what he was doing next.
Are you? That’s great. The male’s enthusiasm surprised him. How far away are you?
There are 23.1462 planet rotations remaining in the voyage. Cure based his projections on the assumption the modified freighter’s current speed would be maintained.
Curse it. You won’t get here fast enough. C’s excitement dimmed. The tumors in these patients will have progressed too far by then. We won’t be able to save them.
They’ll die, Cure stated bluntly.Based on the data, that was inevitable.
Not if we can help it. C hadn’t yet reached that conclusion. We could increase the Hydii protein in the formula. That’s worth a try.
You’re expending time and energy on patients you can’t repair. Cure tapped that message into his handheld. Both of those resources are limited for your kind. Unlike cyborgs, humanoids didn’t have the ability to repair the damage inflicted on their forms by time. They aged and, eventually, their lifespans ended. Your response isn’t logical.
The male should reallocate his time and energy to patients he could repair. That would benefit the most beings.
Cure had made that same decision on the battlefield. 129,258 times.
Some of the warriors he chose not to repair had been manufactured in the same vat as he had been. Their deaths often replayed in his processors. The guilt lingered.
But he refused to allow it to influence his decisions. He had to focus on the beings he could save.
I can’t abandon them. They deserve a chance to live also. C wanted to save everyone.
That was an impossible task.
They already had a chance to live. Now, they’ll die. The average humanoid’s lifespan was short. Theirs would be shorter.
Fates. Are you certain you’re a living being? C’s manufactured tone held disbelief. I’ve dealt with scanners with more empathy than you have.
The male had relayed that same communication in the past. Cure glanced at Drift. His mission partner had claimed it was an insult. Grid, the Dauntless’s navigator, had held the same processing.
Cure viewed it more positively. Thank you.
Empathy wasn’t conducive to repairing beings. The energy that emotion utilized could be reallocated to restoring patients to full functionality.
That wasn’t a compliment, medic. C snorted.
Fraggin’ hole. Cure gritted his teeth. His brethren were correct. It had been an insult.
If he didn’t need the medic’s assistance with their mission, he’d cut off communications.
But he did need his help. That grated on him. I’m en route to your planet and will arrive in 23.1461 planet rotations. He tapped that message with vigor into his handheld. Designate a meeting place and send me the coordinates.
I didn’t ask you to come here. C ignored his request. Sure, you’re charming.
Cure processed he wasn’t charming. His skills at non-cyborg interactions were admittedly weak.
He had long accepted that malfunction. And he relished that there were only two non-cyborgs on the battle station he had been assigned to.
Having two non-cyborg patients wasn’t ideal, but it was…manageable.
The Cancris don’t respond well to outsiders, however, C relayed. I suggest you skip this stop on your cross-the-universe tour.
Cure’s certainty that the male was a Cancri increased. Based on past chatter, C’s patients responded very well to their medic.
I require intel. That was all Cure was willing to relay over the communication lines.
I’ll send you more data. C must have assumed the intel he required concerned his patients. I could increase the Hydii protein by ten percent. That might do it.
Relay the meeting coordinates. Cure tried to return the male’s attention to that matter.
I’m busy. That was C’s next protest. Much as I’d like to see your smiling face, I have things to do, patients to see.
C wouldn’t ever see his smiling face. Cure maintained a blank expression when he was with others.
And…
You’re a medic. Busy is your default. Cure would be busy also…if he was situated in his medic bay. Send the coordinates.
Ten percent could be too high. C had circled back to a possible repair. It might kill more than the tumor.
Ten percent is too low. Frag. The male irritated him. Increase the Hydii protein by 13.7845 percent and increase the Yudiy compound by 4.1872 percent to offset it.
That could do it. C mused.
That will do it. Cure jabbed the handheld with his fingertips. He was losing his temper. Designate a meeting point, and—
An alarm sounded over the line.
It’s been a blast but I gotta go, medic, C informed him. A patient is coding out. The male ended communications.
He hadn’t designated a meeting place.
Cure stared at the tiny screen on his handheld. If he had been another being, he’d release the roar of frustration building inside him.
But that would serve no one.
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Read the next scene (available November 12th) here:
https://tasteofcyn.com/?p=12417
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Claiming Cure
A proud cyborg medic meets his human match.
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Cyra has tasks to complete before she dies.
There are patients to heal, a dangerous mission to undertake, and a world to save. She doesn’t have time to entertain uninvited guests.
Especially one coldhearted cyborg medic who thinks he’s better than her.
The male might be breathtakingly handsome. His sternly set lips might be extremely kissable. And his touch might draw out a passion she didn’t think she was capable of feeling.
But he’s also a distraction, one that might doom millions of innocent beings to a painful, horrible death.
Cure isn’t emotionless. He feels…greatly. Listening to that malfunction has caused other beings pain and suffering in the past.
He refuses to allow his desires to cloud his judgment now.
His resolve is tested when he’s forced to associate with the most provoking, alluring medic in the universe.
Cyra is his genetic match, the one being in the universe he is fated to protect, touch, claim. She’s clever and beautiful, and the need to hold her almost downs his systems.
But now is not the time to indulge his great wanting.
Cure has an assignment to complete.
If he fails to accomplish his goals, everyone he cares for, including his human female, will die.
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Claiming Cure is a standalone Cyborg SciFi Romance set in a dark, gritty, sometimes-violent universe.
It features two skilled medics determined to ignore the toe-curling attraction between them, a perilous impossible mission, and foes seeking to ensure they never heal another being ever again.
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