Heavens Ascending Affront Towards the Bruised Clock

Heavens Ascending Affront Towards the Bruised Clock

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They said building a fusion reactor would change the world. They never said it might wake the dead. Athena's Apostles-a group of filthy-rich teen geniuses-are done waiting for adults to fix the planet. Inside the abandoned Texas Super Collider tunnels, they're building the impossible: a working fusion reactor. Clean energy forever. No more fossil fuels. No more wars over oil. That's the lie they tell themselves. Because the reactor could also be a weapon. Or a door. Or something else entirely. Something that makes the abandoned particle accelerator hum at frequencies that shouldn't exist. Now someone wants them dead. The 12th Havoc Bombardment Corp-a broken, caffiene overloaded force of unemployed douchebags flying 1/3-scale remote-controlled warplanes from forgotten Army Air Corps strips-has marked the Apostles for termination. These guys aren't soldiers. They're morons with joysticks, convinced that remote violence and high-explosive ordance are the tip of the spear. And they're coming. But here's the thing: the Apostles aren't the villains of this story. They're the ones you'll root for. And just when you think you know who wins? Something else wakes up. TAC-Star-a sentient AI left over from the Cold War. Abandoned by its human operators after 9/11. Ordered to protect the Dallas-Fort Worth metroplex from anyone dumb enough to start the next big war. It's been sleeping for years. Bruised. Forgotten. Waiting. Now it's opening one eye. ✧ ✧ ✧ A Squadron of downed planes. One message. And a clock that's five minutes from something terrible. Heavens Ascending Affront Towards the Bruised Clock is a story of privilege vs. desperation, science vs. superstition, and the terrifying question: What if the people trying to save the world are the ones who accidentally end it? For fans of: morally grey teens, broken aerial combat, AIs with attitude, and endings that leave you staring at the ceiling at 3 AM.
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Excerpt I got a peace offering. And Ice cream. The message popped up again. His Bhaiyu was making it hard to ignore. Darwaza khol, yaar. Mogambo uth jayenge. Ansh glared at the French windows. Even desperate his Bhaiyu would not quit the name calling. Shall I leave? Ansh did not respond. Okay! Leaving the ice-cream outside. Take it before it melts. Ansh did not respond, but his heart skipped a beat. He wanted to meet his Bhaiyu. He was even a little desperate, but he did not wish to give in so soon. So, he counted until 100 and then slowly made his way outside. Iris hopped down from the bed and followed behind him. Ansh opened the doors with a big heart only to find a basket filled with dumb yellow smile squishes and a big tub of ice-cream in between. A few CD's were tucked into the basket almost as an afterthought. The game CD's that Ansh wanted. Ansh glared at the basket. "Do minute nahi rukh saktey they kya?" He muttered under his breath. "You made me wait 17 minutes, kidoo" A voice whispered in his ears. Ansh almost screamed but Nirbhay's palm closed around his mouth before any sound could slip. Ansh's heart thudded in his chest. His Bahiyu had almost given him a heart attack. Nirabhay grabbed the basket and slipped inside with Ansh, and shut the door behind him.

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