The countdown to Claiming Cure’s release day has started! Woot!
I will be sharing the first chapter while we wait.
Today, I’m sharing the very first scene.
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Chapter One
Cure had been manufactured for killing.
He was a cyborg. The Humanoid Alliance, their cruel creators, had designed his kind to fight their endless wars.
Ending lifespans had been his assigned purpose.
He chose to save them, to repair beings.
Over his lifespan, that role had led him to some…unprojectable places.
He was currently situated on the bridge of a modified freighter bound for Cancri B. A not-yet-processable threat was facing every cyborg in the universe. The Humanoid Alliance, their enemies, might be involved. More information about the situation could be found on the planet.
Cure had a contact situated there.
He’d projected helping the humanoid medic would come back to bite him in the ass. His lips twisted. But he couldn’t ignore the call over communication lines. The male had begged anyone anywhere for any possible repairs for an outbreak of tumors amidst the Cancri B population.
There were no repairs that he processed for that damage. But he had given C, his contact, some suggestions to slow the growths.
Those replies had resulted in Cure being sent, by his captain, on a mission to extract intel from C. He had been forced to temporarily relinquish his role as chief medic on board the Dauntless to undertake the assignment.
Statis, his second-in-command, a being he’d trained, had been placed in charge of the functionality of the crew of the battle station. The male had been ecstatic.
As he should be. Cure’s lips flattened. The male now held a role any medic would want. He was responsible for the well-being of thousands of cyborgs plus one human female and one Valkyrie.
Cure, in contrast, held a role any hardworking medic would dread. His patient load had been reduced to two beings—Drift, his mission partner, and himself.
And both of his patients were fully functional.
Drift sat in the captain’s chair and was flying their vessel. Sensors had been attached to the G model’s face and form.
Cure glanced down at his handheld. His mission partner’s specs were within range.
Though… “Your heart rate has increased.” The variation was slight but notable.
“Fraggin’ right. It has increased.” Drift grinned. “I’ve detected another planet.”
A circle appeared around the planet displayed on the main viewscreen. It was barely detectable to Cure’s enhanced visual system.
“I’m calling this one Big Blue 2.0.” The pilot tapped his fingertips against the controls embedded in the console. “And I’m adding it to the chart.”
The area they were transversing was poorly documented. Many of the planets and stars and other celestial bodies didn’t appear in any databases.
“It is big…for a planet.” Cure studied the new discovery. “And it is blue. And the 2.0 differentiates it from Big Blue.”
“I’ve modified the name for Big Blue to Big Blue 1.0.” Drift’s eyes gleamed. “I hadn’t projected we would detect multiple big blue planets.”
“That modification is logical.” Cure noted the reason for Drift’s increased heart rate in the male’s file.
The voyage wouldn’t be a complete waste of time medic-wise. Cure’s monitoring of his mission partner would expand his intel about cyborgs in general and G Models specifically. And that could assist him in repairing them in the future.
62.2365 percent of his medic knowledge had been derived from his own experiences and tests.
While Cure had been under Humanoid Alliance control, he’d hacked into the humans’ databases. The intel he found there about repairing his brethren was limited. And some of it was wrong. But it had formed a base for the process.
Then he had added to that knowledge. During their grueling training sessions, and later, in battle, he had stealthily and speedily repaired his fellow cyborgs. Being warriors, they were constantly incurring damage, and those malfunctions put them at great risk of being decommissioned.
By repairing his brethren, he had sought to spare them from that horrid death.
51.4586 percent of the time, he had failed at doing that.
The warriors he had failed to restore to full functionality had been sliced and diced into pieces. Their parts had been salvaged by the Humanoid Alliance while they remained alive.
Their screams had shredded his big cyborg heart to pieces. Those sounds of pain, of horror, would echo forever in his databases.
He had learned to manage the emotional organic part of himself. Because his self-assigned patients were dealing with their own emotional damage. They shouldn’t have to deal with his.
And he had more cyborgs to repair. 48.5414 percent of them would survive. He couldn’t help them if he was stricken by grief. Or if he had insufficient knowledge. The readings from the sensors attached to Drift might be the difference between a cyborg living or dying.
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Read the next scene (available October 28th) here:
https://tasteofcyn.com/?p=12413
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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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