The Reborn (The Day Eight Series Part 1)

The Reborn

The Day Eight Series Part I

By Ray Mazza

Copyright © 2012 by Ray Mazza

All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, or portions thereof, in any form.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.  All the characters, events, and locations portrayed in this book are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictionally.

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To my wife, Laura, and my wonderful

parents for endlessly nurturing my creativity.

And also to anyone who survives until the brink of the event

described within. May you have the foresight to see it coming

and the serenity to find meaning in its genesis.

Welcome to the First Release of
Day Eight
, Part I

Trevor and Ezra’s story has been an amazing adventure to piece together. I’ve spent many long nights writing and countless commutes to my day job as a video game Creative Director dreaming about how The Singularity might happen in the present day, and what that would mean. And more interestingly, daydreaming about what happens
afterward
. That is what really excited me about this story.

If you want to send comments, feedback, or cupcakes, please mail these things to
[email protected]
. I would love to hear from you!

Don’t forget this is only the first part of a
three part novel
. The other books aren’t sequels, they’re the rest of the novel! When you finish this book, you’ll probably want to get the next part.

Happy Reading
!

 

PS – If you finish this book and thoroughly enjoy it, please recommend it to anyone you know who would also enjoy it. Additional copies can be found on the via this top secret link:

http://www.raymazza.com/novels.html

Dear Reader:

The future is coming. And it’s coming faster than any of us expect it to. We don’t see it approaching because the future is not a bunch of high-tech gizmos like 3D TVs, wireless electricity, and neuro-simulated sex suits. It’s not nanotech that brushes our teeth or cleans artery walls. It’s not global climate stability or even a cure for cancer. Sure, those things will be there. But the real future is marked by something different.

The real future will arrive with a single, incredible technology. It will be the turning point in the way we live our lives and it will utterly transform the means by which society operates. This technology will make us question our place in the universe. And yes, it will even make us question the very meaning of life itself.

We do not have this technology yet, though wondrous technology has a way of staying behind closed doors until it is unexpectedly unleashed upon us.

No, we don’t have this technology yet.

But soon, we will.

Harbinger

E
zra, a lively girl with vibrant platinum hair and a glowing smile, was only five years old when she found out what she was. Her caretakers made certain she would grow up comfortable with her position in life, so they told her as early as possible.

“Some children are born to destitute families and starve their entire lives,” they explained. “Others are born with leukemia or genetic disorders, like cystic fibrosis, and die before they’re your age.”

Ezra simply nodded.

“You, Ezra, are fortunate enough not to have any of these problems. But, like them, you are different; you are challenged. If you are strong, you will be able to accept your uniqueness and grow alongside it. God has a plan for us all, including you, Ezra. Especially you. Will you learn to be strong enough?”

Ezra rubbed her eyes with the palms of her hands, as if making sure she could see the world clearly. When she removed her hands, her sapphire eyes gleamed with a knowing certainty. “I
am
already strong enough,” she asserted.

She was old enough to understand, and to her caretakers’ delight, she had an intelligence unlike any they had witnessed.

By the age of seven, she had a working vocabulary of forty-eight thousand words, nearly double that of a typical college graduate and closing in on Shakespeare’s purported sixty-six thousand. Her favorite word was “ersatz,” although she never used big words around other kids because they made fun of her for it – she would simply pronounce it to herself when alone in a quiet room. She liked the way it sounded, and her name was hidden in its letters.