Silent Lucidity by Tiffany Roberts EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Tiffany Roberts
- Language: English
- Genre: Cyberpunk Science Fiction
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Arthos, the Infinite City
Terran Year 2105
EVEN AMIDST THE glow of countless signs, colorful, glow-in-the-dark
storefronts, and holographically projected advertisements along the street,
Twisted Nethers stood apart. There was something more vibrant about its
less-than-subtle signage, something warmer in the pulsing lights that
accented the building’s edges, something more imposing about the
spotlights on its roof that cut through the gloom to illuminate the metal
framework and ceiling high overhead.
The massive, ever-changing holographic genitalia out front undoubtedly
contributed to its eye-catching nature.
Despite the blatant outward display, the denizens of the Undercity
considered Twisted Nethers an exclusive club—it was a place where anyone
with enough credits could satisfy their exotic tastes, whether for drinks,
drugs, or writhing, naked bodies.
For Tenthil, it was just another stop on a long, blood-soaked path.
He strode toward the club’s entrance, weaving through the crowd of
diverse beings who’d gathered outside to await admittance. Their features
—as varied and colorful as the Undercity signs—blurred together in the
shadows cast by the surrounding neon lights. He walked as though he
belonged here, as though he’d frequented the place for years, as though
everyone else should’ve felt honored by his presence.
Many of the aliens waiting in line turned their gazes toward Tenthil as
he passed. Facial appendages quivered, brows fell low, and mouths opened
to voice protest, but all the onlookers kept their opinions to themselves
when their eyes dipped to the pin on his jacket.
A street gang calling themselves the Ergoths had claimed this sector as
their territory years ago. Drok, the owner of Twisted Nethers and Tenthil’s
current target, had close ties to the gang, though the true nature of his
relationship with them was unknown.
Tenthil’s pin—a stylized red sun with the white silhouette of an ancient
axe at its center—marked him as an Ergoth.
The doorman, a burly vorgal with scars crisscrossing the drab green skin
of his face, glanced at the pin as Tenthil approached. He stepped aside and
waved Tenthil in. His mouth, from which jutted double pairs of upwardpointing tusks, remained an expressionless flat line throughout.
The beings waiting for admittance voiced no objections to Tenthil’s
entry; though some might’ve been standing out there for hours, they knew
better than to question an Ergoth in this part of the city.
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