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Antonio Moro lost everything to the Leviathan League.

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Published on May 4, 2023

Antonio Moro lost everything to the Leviathan League.

We’re thrilled to share an excerpt from Dual Memory, a new standalone science fiction novel by Sue Burke, out from Tor Books on May 16.

Antonio Moro lost everything to the Leviathan League. Now he’s alone in a city on an Arctic island fighting the ruthless, global pirates with the chance to be the artist he always wanted to be. Unfortunately, he thinks it’s a cover story for his real purpose—spying on sympathizers.

When things look bleak, he discovers an unusual ally. His new personal assistant program, Par Augustus. It’s insolent, extroverted, moody, and a not-quite-legal nascent A. I.

Together they create a secret rebellion from unlikely recruits to defend the island from ideological pirates with entitlement and guns, and capitalist pirates with entitlement and money.


 

 

1

THE GOOD FIGHT

 

I want to feel everything, the light, the noise, the dark, even the cold and fear. I could die-but I’m fighting back. The little mis­sile in my hands feels heavier than it looks, a metal pipe with a warhead like a flower bud ready to blossom into an explosion. The icy sea around us heaves, the rusted-out barge creaks, and clouds cover the night sky.

A headlamp on my helmet shines on my work. I check every missile with a sensor that shows numbers and colors. My bare hands ache in the Arctic wind, my breath fogs the sensor screen, and I work as fast as I can anyway. This missile’s fuel numbers are within tolerance. The guidance system flashes green. Go! I flip a switch to prime the payload, slide the missile into a launcher, and step back.

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With a rasping hiss, a jet of white flame, a thrust that trembles the deck, it takes off toward a ship, a drone, or an incoming mis­sile. The sky flashes with flowers of fire, and the air rumbles, and it’s perfect. When the raiders killed people I loved, I couldn’t stop them, and now I’m defending a little isle I know almost nothing about, but it means everything.

I’ve launched thirty-four missiles, and twenty-two remain to be checked and primed, stacked in the center of the barge. Counting makes it feel more real. Any minute, our barge will be a target.

It’s hours before sunrise. The air smells acrid with evaporating fuel, but from which missile? The fuel level on the next one checks out, and I slide it into the launcher. A computer somewhere sets the target. My muscles burn, but I keep hustling.

“Fight fast. Fight hard. Fight first.” Captain Soliana drilled that into me as we traveled from the shore to the barge. Her hands moved expertly over the controls, her face was dark and calm, and her eyes saw everything and looked at me with approval.

An hour ago, I volunteered to fight with the mercenaries to protect this isle. I could tell the operation was badly planned, a last-minute improvisation, not enough time to get me a suit against the freezing sea, just a helmet. I didn’t care. If l fight well, the Bronzewing mercenaries might let me join, and I can keep fighting. Please, please take me.

Missile twenty-two measures low on fuel, so I drop it and move on. Twenty-one, twenty, nineteen—now I’m not helpless.

Soliana is slinging missiles, too, her hand steady, dark suit and skin blending into the night. “Incoming!” she calls. “Let’s go!”

This won’t be the end. Soliana holds the hatch open on the tiny submarine that brought us there. I leap in and lunge for a seat. She’s right behind me, seals the hatch, and dives for the controls at the front, scanning alerts I can’t read and desperately wish I knew how. I strap myself in and fit a breathing mask over my nose and mouth. The air smells metallic. Something beeps, and the main lights go out. Soliana, her face lit by the green control panels, flips a few switches, and the sub lurches away, engine yawling, throw­ing me against the seat, whacking out my breath. A no-drag hull means this sub can move fast.

“We’re headed back to Thule,” Soliana calls. Famous Thule, the isle we’re defending. After we dock, I can launch more missiles or do something, anything. Every flash I saw on the barge glows in my mind.

The sub slams sideways, too fast. Something crashes against my shoulder and ribs, too hard, with shattering pain. I’m hurt. How bad?

My feet are icy cold—water is rushing in. Soliana’s hands fly over the controls, her face stony as jade. I need to stay calm. We’ll make it through this, and Thule doctors can help me. But my left arm hurts too much to move.

The engine whines louder. The sub jerks again. Water swirls, water cold enough to kill, now waist high, sloshing over Soliana’s hands. Her suit will protect her from the cold. My clothes won’t. The sea salt burns on my arm, so I must have an open wound.

She shouts something, and water is up to her chin. The con­trol panel lights go out. The engines moan to silence, and the sub slows. Are we sinking? I don’t feel it. Air still flows inside my face mask, my last breaths, maybe. I close my eyes, and the air smells of burning missile fuel, and lights explode in the sky.

A bang shakes the hull, and I open my eyes to a shimmer of light. The hatch is open. Soliana grabs my good arm. I hold my breath, pull off the helmet and mask, shake off the straps, and pain splits my left side. She pushes me up through the opening hatch, and I slip and shiver on the wet hull in the freezing night.

She climbs out behind me. “We’re at the docks.”

Yes. Lights. Shouting. Big bulky ships. Flashes on the hori­zon. The sub is nestled against a wide, icy pier. I know where I am, the little port on the north side of the isle, nestled beneath the curve of a steep shore. Lights glare above the city. Missiles? Fires? The battle is still being fought. Stay calm—but I’m shaking from pain and cold.

In the faint light, her face is still steady, in control. “You’re hurt. Let me help you.” She holds my good arm and eases me to the edge of the pier. Someone on the pier in a dark Bronzewing suit pulls me up onto the concrete. Seawater drips from my clothes, glinting white and orange from the distant lights.

Soliana scrambles onto the pier. “Let’s get you to shore.”

I can barely breathe for the pain. They walk me to the seawall and help me sit down.

“Antonio.” Soliana leans over, her face solid but sad. “We’re losing. We have to go.”

Losing? We fought so hard—but next time we’ll win. I nod. We’ll go.

“We’ll leave you here. Someone will find you right away.”

Leave me? I’m wet and freezing and bleeding. “But I want to be a Bronzewing. Take me.” I reach for her and try to stand up, knowing how pitiful I sound.

She pats my good shoulder. “Help is coming.” They dash off into the dark.

“Take me!”

They’re gone. We lost. I’m dying of hypothermia, and I don’t know where to hide. I was on the crew of a recycling scow that had just docked, and the Port Authority agents announced that the raid­ers were coming and Bronzewing needed volunteers, so I stepped forward. No second thoughts.

But we lost, and the raiders will take over the isle and find me, wet and bleeding. What lie can I tell them? I fell off the scow and hurt myself. Sure.

Out at sea, something explodes, and the sky flashes yellow. Maybe that was our barge.

I stand up, shivering and staggering, abandoned.

Off to my left, someone shouts, “There’s another one.”

 

Excerpted from Dual Memory, copyright © 2023 by Sue Burke.

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