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    Chemicaust (Mad Element Saga)
    Chemicaust (Mad Element Saga)
    Chemicaust (Mad Element Saga)
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    Chemicaust (Mad Element Saga)

    By Daniel Moore

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    What might men do with unlimited power? And what might they allow to be done?

    Chem is the Mad Element. It is a blessing and a curse with as many names as shades and hues. Some call it liquor of the Gods or Blessing of the Benefactor. Those of the Red Guard call it Michael's Blood, but all names refer to the same element, a chemical compound with many pieces, or no trace on the periodic table at all. It pollutes the world, fills the skies with rippling rainbow smog, an aurora borealis of gasses and choking fumes. The Mad Element wards away death, grants power unimaginable, and twists man and nature. It is corruption in a vial, or the key to life.

    Chemicaust is the story of a soldier, brainwashed but well fed and well looked after by the corps. This man, Luke, is set a mission to retrieve a person of interest, a person with no little power, but his mission ends in disaster. Luke wakes in a desert where once a forest had grown. He is crippled, weak and without defence, but struggles towards civilization. Chemicaust is the story of Luke’s need to find humanity and to realize his own humanity in turn, and it all starts with an explosion.
    Welcome to dystopia. Welcome to the Mad Element Saga.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDaniel Moore
    Release dateJun 5, 2011
    ISBN9781257814213
    Chemicaust (Mad Element Saga)
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    Daniel Moore

    Daniel Moore is a 4th generation wheat farmer who lives in Washington State.  He and his wife have two daughters and 4 grandchildren

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      Chemicaust (Mad Element Saga) - Daniel Moore

      Chemicaust

      Daniel Moore

      Copyright Daniel Moore 2010

      Smashwords Edition

      A flicker of time passed. The stars were smudged with blood, like a camera lens capturing pictures in the crimson-smeared hands of a weary photographer. Another flicker; the world was ending, the atmosphere was wrong, the sun shone through too intense, too yellow even through the blood. It was painful to keep eyes opened, stinging with blood and with sweat, his mouth boiled dry of spit, his throat parched. He lay flat on his stomach. It was painful to stay awake against a light like that. Another flicker and it was dark again. The wind whipped at his hair, long by army standards and a darker black by contrast to his pale skin.

      Somewhere nearby a rat scurried about, digging in the dirt, gnawing on bones and devouring bits of burnt flesh. The sand beneath him was a dark grey, and cold, like powdered granite. The smell of burning and the heat of the explosion were already gone, had been gone for a while. It felt too soon for the noise and the light to be left behind. The rat emerged in the dark, red eyes and pointed teeth, a demon in the cold. The moon was a deep yellow unfamiliar to the soldier’s eyes, but kinder than the sun. Luke didn’t remember any time passing, but it flickered again.

      He couldn’t move, something in the explosion had done him harm, there wasn’t pain, but there wasn’t movement either. The vermin froze as it sensed a predator – the trees were gone – the sand had bled into the wilderness. The two animals – soldier and rat – watched one another until the wind kicked up and Luke’s concentration broke. His eyes snapped shut to preserve sight against the closing storm. The scurrying of claws moved away, little gusts of sand kicked up behind a flurry of sharply pointed paws. Luke’s mind cleared. He remembered everything sharply for a moment and then the images flitted from him, wandering away into a desert which once was green. Wandering the night his vision snapped around the clearing. Everything was sand for miles where earlier a forest had grown. The explosion had caused it, the change. Luke was adjusting. It wasn’t easy.

      The whir of gold and copper servos in his arm was sickening; they whined meaninglessly in places and failed their adjusting procedure. Vents shifted opened and shut of their own accord like metal gills striped vertically along the length of his forearm. The metal flaps squeaked from lack of oil when they opened, and clicked when they closed – it was an annoying repetition and Luke willed it to stop. It wouldn’t stop, nor would his heart. It wouldn’t stop until sand drifted over him, the servos stopped turning and the bare essential systems stopped functioning. The drive would keep him alive until it ran out of energy, started feeding on fat, and then on blood, and then ran dry. The sky promised a storm, but the moisture in the air seemed not to touch Luke, his skin was dry and cracked, his back already seared red. He felt nothing.

      He heard the rat again; it had come back, scurrying over the dunes. The blood was dry, the sweat which had beaded at temples and on a back exposed to the sun was gone. Aperture eyes clicked shut and flashed opened. The fear was gone from the animal. It

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