The Unhappening of Genesis Lee by Shallee McArthur EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author:Shallee McArthur
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An awful thought, a life removed . . .
—Alfred, Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam XIII
The Low-Gravity Club pulsed with music and memories.
Chinese techno-trad blared from the speakers, the rhythm thrumming
inside me like a delicious double heartbeat. I stood just inside the club
entrance and swayed my hips, tuning my body to the beat. And trying to
tune out the other rhythm in the club. Memories. The inaudible buzz of a
hundred different lives, like an earthquake in my brain.
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Every Mementi in the club bore a perfect recollection of their existence
inside their Link beads. Hundreds of Links. Lifetimes of memories within
them. The Links wrapped around gloved wrists and bulged under long
sleeves and scarves. Always present, always hidden.
Cora stepped out from behind me and wrinkled her nose. “What are we
listening to?”
“It’s Destinations Night,” I hollered over the thumping bass. “Welcome
to Hong Kong, chica!”
I spun in a gleeful pirouette, taking in the full circle of wallscreens
glowing with a city skyline half a world away. Clusters of buildings reached
toward murky clouds. Their light cast rainbow streaks on the lapping waters
of Victoria Harbor. A wooden boat with dragon-wing sails—a junk, my
Hong-Kong-born grandpa had called it—sliced through the colored sea.
Like a magical kingdom we in the Arizona desert could only dream of.
Cora waved a gloved hand at the packed club. “This is number two on
your list? Take earplugs when you go.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’ll put them on my packing list when I leave in, oh,
like, never.”
Mementi didn’t leave Havendale. This was the only place we belonged.
People around me headed toward the low-grav dance floors, their
movements staccatoed by neon strobe lights. So many of us in one place,
more than I’d ever seen. The buzz of memories behind my forehead surged
and drowned out the music.
And for just a second, I wished I dared to go somewhere the Link buzz
wouldn’t be a constant reminder of who I was—and who I was supposed to
be.
“I’m beginning to doubt the brilliance of this brilliant idea,” I said. “I
swear the whole town is here. I can barely think with the buzz this strong.”
I tugged at my long gloves, making sure they hid every inch of skin. One
accidental touch with any other Mementi, and we’d glimpse each other’s
memories. The insistent pounding of music in my head became a shudder.
Cora shimmied her shoulders at me, laughing. “Don’t think. Dance!”
I ran my hands over my outfit: gloves, scarf, long sleeves, leggings.
Everybody here wore the same touch protection. Nothing to worry about.
Technically. But all of China wasn’t as crowded as a club full of Mementi,
no matter how far apart we danced.
Still. Dancing the night away on the streets of Hong Kong . . . even
enduring this mob was worth that.
I turned to Cora. She stood on her tiptoes, scanning the throng with a
hopeful expression. Too hopeful.
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