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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–a few days later he returns,makes breakfast, and promises to take her to testing after work
He knew what he was doing, more or less, and already had a little girl through a branch contract two and a half years ago, though he and the mother hadn’t gotten along all that well, and he’d moved out of their place several months before approaching Rekka about their contract.
The woman was another Sofian, and had little interest in spending time with him, he’d told Rekka. In the companies, children were raised mostly in nursery schools or by caretakers, and less by their parents. She’d made sure the children came out fine regardless, and that she would be able to spend plenty of time with her baby, and that was enough. They were far from neglected, or deprived of long-term attachments, and the children she had met had all been well-fed, clean, polite, and happy.
“Breakfast is ready. Would you like to pour yourself a drink? And I’ll take tea, if you don’t mind,” Brenton flipped one pan, stirred another, and then plated two omelets and a side of crispy potatoes.
“Here you are, my dear,” he set a plate in front of her, and took a seat next to her, “Enjoy.”
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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.