GENRE: Science Fiction
When Ravin is drafted for full-body recycling she must partner with the man responsible for her capture if she hopes to escape before her body is sold at auction.
Before the sun came up, my brother, Sam, traded two fingers on his left hand for food. Food they said I stole.
“Why would I steal anything Sam bought with his own flesh?” I asked through clenched teeth.
“I don’t know, Ravin.” Ashley said. He tugged on his beard as he paced between me and the rest of the clan who gathered outside for my impromptu trial. “I don’t claim to understand your criminal ways.”
I shook my head. None of this made sense. Sure, I’d broken a few rules in the past. And yes, everyone blamed me for my mother’s death, but stealing food? That’s ridiculous.
I looked to my father. As the leader of the Dayton clan he could end this.
“The punishment for stealing food is exile.” My father said, a deep crease between his eyebrows.
“But I would never.” Didn’t they know that? I smoothed my hands over my hair until it was gathered behind my ears.
Sam’s sacrifice was huge but it wasn’t rare. After the Biological Trading Act passed in 2255, people with missing limbs, or different color limbs, were normal. Fashionable, even.
Members of the Dayton clan were encouraged to Trade fingers on their non-dominant hand for the good of the group. But I haven’t. I’m all-original which placed me deep in the heart of freak territory.
Freak, yes. Thief, no. I balled my ten fingers into two fists. “What proof do you have?"