Claiming Cure releases on November 19th! Woot I’m sharing scenes from the first chapter as we wait.
You can read the first scene of the first chapter here:
https://tasteofcyn.com/?p=12411
This week I’m sharing the second scene.
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“Your heart rate continues to be fast.” According to Cure’s previous observations, the excitement from the discovery of a not-yet-charted planet should have waned.
“Strike relayed the specs concerning my meeting with my contact.” Drift leaned toward the main viewscreen, acting as though that position would convey them to Cancri B faster.
It wouldn’t do that. The male’s reaction was illogical.
“Those specs were sparse.” The pilot tilted his head to the side. “I was given a time and a location. My contact is male. He’s Cancri and he calls himself L.”
Cure’s contact called himself C. Utilizing an initial must be a Cancri B custom.
“I wasn’t given a physical description for him.” Drift frowned.
“He’s Cancri.” Cure studied his handheld. “He would have black hair and orange skin like the rest of his kind.”
Drift rolled his eyes. “I require more data than that.”
Cure could relay more data. “His functionality would be similar to that of a human of the same size and sex except his heart would be 8.2356 percent larger, he would have three lungs, not two, his sweat rate would be 15.2896 percent lower, his—”
“A scar or distinguishing facial feature would be preferable.” The pilot’s humor returned. “I require something that will differentiate him from every other Cancri male on the planet.”
Cure couldn’t assist him with that.
“I do have an initial and a meeting place and a time.” Drift paused. “And I process with 100.0000 percent certainty my contact is male.”
“My contact is male.” Cure deleted all irritation from his voice.
“Your contact utilizes a manufactured voice while communicating with you.” His mission partner countered. “You can’t be 100.0000 percent certain he’s male.”
The attributes of the manufactured voice C chose aligned with those of a male speaker in 86.1482 percent of all instances. And 88.2235 percent of beings chose a voice that originated from the same biological sex as they did.
Cure was confident his contact was male. But he said nothing because Drift already processed those inputs and he had derived a different projection.
“Is your contact Cancri?” Drift pressed for more intel. “Do you process that?”
Cure hadn’t seen C’s medic files. But… “He is Cancri.” The planet was isolated and harsh. Few other beings would choose to live there.
“Are you 100.0000 percent certain about that?” Drift questioned that also.
“He lives on Cancri B. He’s Cancri.” Cure had never posed queries to his contact about himself. The male was a medic. As Cure was. That was the sole important detail.
“You’re making another assumption.” Drift chuckled. “I project you’ll soon uncover the universe isn’t always logical.”
Cure had already uncovered that. But he preferred to base his projections on probabilities.
And the odds were high that his contact was Cancri and male.
Silence stretched.
Drift flew their modified freighter toward Cancri B.
Cure reviewed the bits of medical data C had shared with him. He didn’t speak.
That was his default setting. Excessive chatter added 11.4599 percent more time to a repair. He could save a lifespan in that duration.
Or, in the current situation, he could complete an analysis.
The tumors inflicting the Cancris were similar to those found on humanoids inhabiting planets hosting previous world-ender manufacturing sites. The differences could be explained by Cancri biology. They—
Are you there? C opened a communication line with him.
Cure had programmed the messages to flow directly to his auditory system. Define there. He tapped his fingers against the surface of his handheld to enter his response.
The humanoid wasn’t utilizing his authentic voice.
Cure wouldn’t utilize his either.
You’re a joker. C’s laugh was equally manufactured. And his reply was illogical.
Cure twisted his lips. He hadn’t been joking. His request had been sincere.
I’m one of the best medics in the universe. He warranted respect.
Wow, that’s a coincidence. So am I. C showed him no deference. We’re two of the best medics in the universe, yet the change we made to the tumor-slowing formula didn’t work.
We didn’t make any change. Cure corrected the male. I suggested a modification. That was the extent of my involvement.
What? You don’t want to take credit for this brilliant failure? The male’s tone lilted with teasing.
C treated him like a friend, not like the professional he was. Cure didn’t like that. It increased the challenge of maintaining emotional distance between them.
The modified formula didn’t work. He steered the conversation back to that safer topic.
It didn’t work, C confirmed. The patients are now ten planet rotations past the point of the previous formula’s ineffectiveness. The tumors in the test group, in the patients taking the pills created with the altered formula, are growing at the same rate as the tumors in the control group. I see no decrease.
The male sent him the results.
Cure reviewed it and he was forced to agree with the medic. There were no notable differences.
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Read the next scene (available November 4th) here:
https://tasteofcyn.com/?p=12415
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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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