Extinction Warrior by Susan B. Wile

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One Lady’s Spherical-the-World Quest to Discover Her Mother and father and Save Endangereds

On this mix of ‘Spy Youngsters’ meets ‘Zootopia’ with a splash of ‘Jurassic Park’ intrigue, be part of clairvoyant Luki Sloan, her arctic fox Mig, and the android Tuk on an exciting quest towards the Pink Dragon gang to rescue her scientist-detective dad and mom from the clutches of the infamous animal trafficker, White Wolf!

Set in a futuristic world grappling with local weather change and endangered species, this story follows 12-year-old Luki Sloan, who has the uncommon means to speak with animals. When her scientist-detective dad and mom go lacking on a mission to trace down White Wolf, the ruthless chief of an animal trafficking ring, Luki takes issues into her personal arms. Along with her arctic fox companion, Mig, and Tuk, a reactivated android, she devises a daring plan to infiltrate the Pink Dragon gang by posing as traffickers. From the frozen Arctic to the storm-ravaged tropics, their journey unfolds with a mixture of high-stakes encounters, stunning allies, and heartbreaking truths about humanity’s affect on the planet.

This fast-paced journey combines real-world science with imaginative storytelling, as Luki’s mission challenges her braveness, loyalty, and willpower. Alongside the way in which, readers are launched to distinctive wildlife, indigenous Arctic traditions, and international ecosystems via detailed maps and vivid descriptions. Balancing thrilling motion with emotional depth, the e book paints an image of a world the place hope and resilience are the keys to overcoming seemingly unattainable odds.

It’s a thought-provoking story for younger readers able to discover complicated themes of bravery and the facility of connection.

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Excerpt from Extinction Warrior © Copyright 2024 Susan B. Wile

ANDROID ACTIVATION

I stand and head to the door, whispering, “Overhead gentle off.” The room goes dim, as I slip into the corridor. The door to the kitchen and front room is cracked open. I glimpse Aana on the sofa puffing her pipe, however she doesn’t discover me. Taata snores within the chair close by, his head on his shoulder. Turning to the fitting, I stroll three steps to my guardian’s workplace. Open the door and shut it, whispering the command, “Overhead gentle on,” because the wind outdoors picks up, howling like wolves.

The room brightens, and Mig brushes my leg creeping towards the android.

Towards the wall on the left, the wall going through the Strait sit two desks with a window within the center. Tuttuk, lifeless, sits between the 2 desks, below the window in my chair, the one I’ve sat in 100 thousand occasions. Mig sniffs the droids’ legs.

The droid wears ultra-performance denims, a short-sleeved t-shirt, trainers and no socks—the unofficial uniform for teenagers in class — digital or actual.

I take a breath, stroll over and raise his shirt, dipping my finger down via folds of his smartskin membrane. It’s like an excessive “innie” bellybutton that protects his activation key. I push down and begin to depend.

Once I attain ten, he sits upright, places his arms on his thighs, and opens his mouth for a full two seconds with a harmonizing tone that floats in my face. He’s powered, however inanimate. To animate and make him absolutely “alive,” I must recite the numerical cross code Dad programmed him with; their wedding ceremony day, September 15, 2039.

Nervously, I lean to whisper in his ear, “9, 1, 5, 2, 0, 3, 9.” He blinks thrice and smiles.

“Thanks, Luki! Full animation is an amazing feeling!” he exclaims, his voice deep and delicate, form of creamy. He rotates his head across the room, as his eyelids flutter below a mound of thick blonde hair that falls on his brow.

To be like us, with our values, I helped Dad load the droid’s mind-file knowledge base with footage, holograms and biographical details about our household, about Aana, Taata and the village, however we’d by no means accomplished the animation course of. Earlier than, he was only a piece of apparatus, a model. Absolutely animated, he’s so human, so actual, it’s unbelievable. Manner, approach past something digital! “Hello Tuk,” I whisper.

“Together with your tendency to shorten names, shall you name me Tuk, and shall I be Tuttuk to your dad and mom and the villagers?” He grins.

A wave of sorrow crashes over me. “Um, Mother, Dad,” my chin quivers, “…are gone… lacking… possibly useless.” My eyes fill with tears, and I flip away dragging my arm throughout my nostril and smash the tears with my palms. His cool hand touches my shoulder softly—his affective computing at work.

I flip again rapidly, and his hand falls away.

“I want your assist.” I blurt.

“I’m right here, no matter you want,” he nods, smiling broad, his straight tooth gleaming, his blue eyes glowing. I am surprised by how human he appears and feels, and peer down at Mig, who stretches and yawns.

“Good boy.” I lean and scratch between his ears.

“I can not inform you how unbelievable it feels to breathe,” Tuk inhales emphatically, increasing his chest, cooling his blockchain processor. “And howdy, Migalik! You good-looking arctic fox, white fox, polar fox, snow fox… phylum: cordata, clade: synapside, class: mammalia, order: carnivore, suborder: carniformia, household: canidae, species lagopus. I’m not ignoring you.” He reaches out to pet Mig who leaps away from him, towards me.

Tuk recites the scientific classifications like a track and shifts his consideration again to me. “What occurred to Frank and Virginia?”

I inform him every part the commander stated. He appears at me intensely and listens with out blinking or shifting his face.

He frowns and shakes his head. “Nothing in my database has skilled a swarm of two thousand Blue Trance Micro Bolts. Is there anything I ought to know?” he asks.

I communicate over the lump in my throat. “My dad and mom informed us concerning the endangereds the Pink Dragons really need.”

“Inform me.” He pulls his chair over and leans in shut, our knees nearly touching.

I say, “I didn’t perceive the primary one, however Mother undoubtedly stated cinereous vultures… um, radiated tortoises, Puerto Rican crested toads, African wild canine, and Partula snails—no matter they’re.”

“Fairly a various assortment.” He cocks his head staring into area.

My chest heaves and I stutter, “What can we do, Tuk?”

“We should undertake just one factor.” He replies with a certainty that dissolves my helpless feeling and immediately I really feel brave.

He appears on the ceiling, his pupils dilating, and blinks as if his eyelashes are about to take off and fly away.

“Inform me! What?” I am going to do something to assist discover my dad and mom.

Tuk leans towards me and says, “We should discover White Wolf. He is aware of the place your dad and mom are, and if we will, we should catch him.”

“What?!” I scoff. “You’ve got to be kidding!”

“Quite the opposite. I’m fairly critical. This isn’t a subject I’d jest about.”

“Give it some thought, Tuk. Course of that for longer than a nano—I’m twelve, and also you’re a droid! Did your biochips infused with DNA take that into consideration?”

“Of these components, I’m properly conscious.”

“Discovering White Wolf is one factor, however how do you count on us to catch him?” I am sitting on the sting of Dad’s chair.

“Easy…” he stares, expressionless, over my shoulder, “… we masquerade as Pink Dragons.”

“What?!” I sputter.

“Naturally we should receive samples. One thing to point out him. We will need to have merchandise to supply.”

Feels like he’s speaking about paint chips or wallpaper. “Samples? What kind of samples?”


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