The God Mars Book Four: Live Blades - Plot & Excerpts
I don’t usually know I’m dreaming when I’m dreaming, but a few common themes give it away: I can’t move right or can’t see out of one eye because of how my body is laying, because I must still feel that pressure on some level. I have to keep going to the head, over and over (speaking of pressure). Or I’m not me and I know it. I’m in someone else’s body. Like this. Except I don’t know who I am. No idea. I only know I’m not me—I get that hovering sense that I’m watching through another set of eyes, just along for the ride—and I’m in some kind of cell. Transparent. Containment. Someone has sealed me up because I’m dangerous. And that makes perfect sense. Through the transparency, I see what might be a mainframe control or Ops Center, except the tech is all fantastic and clean, just part of every surface, not like anything I’ve seen. The displays and interfaces are all touch, motion, holo, and maybe more than that. I get the sense I should be able to just think and operate the systems around me, let myself out, but I’m being blocked, and that’s frustrating.
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