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Ava Altair grew up reading fantasy and science fiction novels. She graduated from Florida Tech with a BS in Science Education – Physics and a minor in Computational Mathematics. She taught as an AP Physics teacher for five years in Florida. She now lives in Oregon, teaching horseback riding lessons and managing the stables with her mom. She enjoys hanging out and talking about science concepts and story ideas with her dad. What it is to be human doesn't apply anymore. The surface of the Earth has been poisoned by years of abuse and now most life lives beneath the waves of the ocean. Over the last 500 years, humans have become fragmented and specialized by genetic manipulation, but two main factions exist in the Undersea. The hybrids, a race that continues to genetically modify themselves to climb the social ladder, and the humans, the unmodified organic race that makes up the lowest tier of society. Alex, a Delta Six hybrid, finds an unlikely companion in a human man, Jack, while on a mission to steal the Athena file. Alex withholds the file to elicit help from Jack and they set out on an adventure across the Surface. Their relationship is tenuous until a device mysteriously links them together. Now, running from Alphas, an elite group of hybrid assassins, Alex and Jack must weather the hostile surface of the planet to reach their common goal. They soon find they can't both have the thing they want most, but also can't seem to let each other go.

Ava Altair · Sci-fi
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232 Chs

Chapter 116: Shower

Tom disentangled himself from the sleeping women. He slipped through the dim light to the showers. It was amazing how quickly this place was starting to feel like home and it had only been a few weeks. Maybe it was the people or the fact that they were human, well most of them. He flicked on the light to the shower room and picked out a stall in the middle of the row.

As the steam filled behind the shower curtain, he laid his belongings out on the bench so it would be ready when he was done. Hopefully, the few shirts he had in his possession would last a while. He didn't know when or if there would be trade routes open to get new things. He doubted anyone around here would be able to make handmade shirts that would be as comfortable as a cotton T-shirt.