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This is a WIP, NaNoWriMo 2016, currently called River, Tree, Mountain. It’s science fiction, set on a colony planet, six generations in–with about 10% of the population born “marvels,” who have special abilities like dowsing, healing, or creating fire. The protagonist, Rekka, is a spark (fire), signed a contract with Brenton to provide him a child, and traveled to be met with an empty apartment and a message saying he’s away on business–while in a common room on her floor of the apartment, a woman with blue skin from gene mods is rude to Rekka, and says she was in Rekka’s position 10 years ago. After some tense conversation, Rekka says goodnight.
“My name is Zhou Ai,” the woman said, before Rekka had gotten more than a few steps away.
“It was interesting to meet you, Zhou Ai,” Rekka said, and kept walking. Her bed was calling her, after this short but exhausting exchange. She’d hoped that she might find some help from other low-level marvels, but so far no one she’d spoken to had been like her—except for Zhou, who was clearly not the friendly sort.
“Maybe things will go better in the morning,” she said to herself, sorting out an outfit and making sure she had everything ready in her briefcase.
The next morning, Rekka paused in front of the screen, switched to a mirror setting, and studied her appearance critically. Her hair lay straight and smooth, and she’d redone the teal streaks that colored the bottom of it just last week, so the color was bright and true. The pale silvery blond she’d inherited from a gene mod was easy to color, but paired with her gray eyes it didn’t give her much visual interest. If she hadn’t inherited the reddish brown hues of her father’s skin, she’d have practically no color at all.
She’d found the bus station outside the compound that would take her to work, and saved the schedule to her phone, which beeped now to remind her that she needed to get going.
* * *
Life on the colony planet of Kaibou was going uneventfully until the second generation of colonists was born on the planet, at some, at a young age, began showing various psychic abilities. When those people, called marvels, grew up, many of them formed companies, building compounds to live in and raise their children. Due to population diversity issues, many colonists have children using genetic bank material, or choose a succession of partners. Now on the seventh generation, marvels are born both within and without company walls, and all must work together to use their gifts and make a living on a still wild land. Some of these outsider marvels sign contracts with company marvels, agreeing to give them a child raised within the company, in return for a permanent home in the company compound, a stipend, and other concessions.