Sample for BEAT audiobook
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Chapter one. The beeping monitor on my wrist felt like needles, jabbing my ears, spammy piece of dreck, pedalling hard around the corner. I had to dodge the people walking home from their shifts. Shouts followed behind me, telling me to slow down, warning me of the knockout. As if I needed warnings, I'd warn the papa on my wrist. Since leaving the nursery at age four, I knew about the knockout. The afternoon sun glowed off the white, curving walls of the huge dome buildings lining the sidewalks. I was still 100 meters from the engineering dome. I forced myself to breathe slower and deeper. I glanced at the beeping papa on my wrist, ignoring the three flashing digits, telling me my heart rate. The time readout was small, but I was used to focusing on it. 1428. I wish I had had time to deactivate the bugging speed suppressor in the cycle. I had two minutes to get to my position and development four. But if an admin or enforcer caught me tampering with the cycle, I had not only being for a longer shift in the engineering dome, but I'd also get a shift in the dumps. Working with Roger was tech paradise, but scrubbing kilometers of smelly conveyor belt sucked bug and enforcers could tell when you were going faster than your cycle was designed to. You had to be careful in Lucky if you wanted to have fun and new Frisco. I grinned. Brennan and the others were finally catching on to the whole fun thing we've been pushing for the last hour over in Hope, Ark. Pushing your heart rate is close to 1 40 as you could without breaking that barrier and getting the knockout. That was fun. Even more fun was seeing Paul or Connor slip up past 1 40 fall completely inert on the ground. Nobody was as good as me. I hadn't had the knockout for months. The beeping got louder, with one long beep coming between three short ones. It was like having a neurotically beeping parent attached to your arm, which was why everyone called it a papa. I slowed, reminding myself to breathe slower. It would not help to get the knockout. Right outside the engineering dome, an image flashed behind my eyes, me collapsing, Justus, the magnetic doors to my department slit open that would be embarrassing. I jolted the pedals to a stop, tapping the brake sensor with my right thumb and yanking the cycle into, ah, heart skid, my back wheel careening Left leaping from the cycle and kicking the leg activator, I dropped it into a locking slot against the outer wall of the dome and jogged before meters to the door. Mid granger I jerks to a halt, the grading filtered voice sending tingles down my spine. Bug me! The black clad enforcers, with their glinting, multi barrelled keepers, patrolled the sidewalks during the day. But I hadn't seen one. As I pedalled, this enforcer loomed over me, his matte black uniform acting like a light magnet. The space around him seemed dim. I haven't done anything wrong. What's this problem? The last thing I needed now for my shift and for my plans tonight was to get in trouble with an enforcer. My right hand went to my pants pocket, fingering the tiny square in there before I could get it to stop your speed endangered other citizens, the enforcers face was hidden behind a smooth helmet that made me think of an ant's head adviser that didn't reflect even a little of the sun covered his eyes. This is your second offense this week. I knew that spam. I should have just left two minutes earlier. I'm sorry. I lost track of time. That's what your personal assistant is. Four. I know. I shivered the visors. Dull flatness made the man seem more machine than human.