The Pale Waters (#1 Reclaimed Souls) - Plot & Excerpts
In the corner of the room, a small door slides sideways, into the wall rather than away from it, and a small service robot glides in effortlessly. It’s a tiny thing. A plain yet shiny round body, wheels for legs, and, in its skinny outstretched arms, it holds a tray loaded with toast topped real butter, a meaty royaltrail gravy, and coffee so aromatic that I should have smelled it coming long before it arrived. The service robot gently slides the elegant silver-etched food tray onto the white table. “Thank you, little one,” I say to the robot as I study it, wondering if it has a name or a name tag. It doesn’t. It performs a small salute-type gesture and disappears. As I eat, I pick up the tube I’ve been working on and drop some of the liquid on an inspection slide. At first, the liquid is black and then, as I observe it under the microscope, the color begins to fade until it’s almost clear—like the clear glass inspection slide. Even hours later, the black ink continues to transform itself—colorwise—into whatever I’ve placed it on.
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