- Editor: Matt Ashford
- Available in: Ebook, print
- ISBN: B00KDR0DYS
- Published: May 15, 2014
Alphas and Omegas Book Four
Michael has finally awakened, and just in time to be of no use to anybody. Life’s all kinds of fair, right? Meanwhile Omega keeps on with its plan to annihilate cities for its own dark purpose, and Grandpa has left the town in the lurch.
*Super Gamma is book 4 in the Alphas and Omegas series. It has been carefully geared toward the younger readers, ages 13-16, and is free of harsh language. Super Gamma does contain fictional blood, violence, consumption of alcohol, and romantic references. Parents are advised to speak with their teens on sensitive matters, or better yet, read/discuss Super Gamma together.
Excerpt from Super Gamma
The next day though, when he saw the walk assist, all that was over.
Worries confirmed. Mission accomplished. Thanks, Grandpa.
It was a confusing spaghetti mass of thin gray foam pads and black plastic, with other materials he didn’t recognize. Once he had a better look at it, though, it looked like a bunch of industrial strength ankle braces, only more flexible. Nurse Halpern laughed, and a little team of high schoolers came in with tablets came in and started poking at it. The thing twitched a few times, and they pronounced it good enough to test out.
Strapping it on him took an absurdly long time. Even Nurse Halpern, working together with a team of high school kids, took almost ten minutes. He felt terrible at not being able to help them. It had a thousand velcro buckle things, and once it was done he looked like some kind of alien. Plus it hurt. He wasn’t used to using his arms and legs, even if the nurses came in and massaged his wasted muscles and flexed them a few times, he had no control over himself and wouldn’t for ages.
“Can I wear this under my clothes?” he asked.
“I wouldn’t,” the lead engineer said. “You’re gonna sweat and it’s gonna stink. These foam pads soak up the sweat, and never let the smell out. Ever. You ever played hockey, kid?”
Now there was a tricky question. Technically no, he had never played soccer. But somewhere deep in there were some fake memories of him in an under eight and under ten league. They weren’t elaborate, and there weren’t any smell memories. Definitely no stinky cleats and shinguard memories.
“Anyway take it from me, the pads are stankin. After a little while nothing gets it out.”
“Go ahead and try movin,” he told Michael.
“There are a bunch of sensors up here in the collar portion. Electronic sensors. So long as you keep the collar tight, it’ll react to the muscle movements you intend to make. Right now your muscles aren’t ready to pick you up on your own, so the walk assist will do your walking for you. It’ll figure out what you’re trying to do and do that for you.”
“So let’s get up.”
“Nice and easy,” Nurse Halpern advised. “Take it easy.”
The little motors reacted when he tried to bunch his wasted stomach muscles, and he sat up easily. His arms shot out and grabbed the hospital bed railing. A bolt of pain went through his tired, unused arms, but he was stable.
“I think that’s about enough for now,” Nurse Halpern observed. Clearly she wasn’t impressed that the walk assist was already causing him pain.
Through gritted teeth, Michael said, “Need to see if I can walk.”
He dropped off the bed to his feet. Again, pain erupted all down his hips, his legs, even in his toes where a sudden flare of heat made them feel like they were swelling into fat sausages. But the walk assist had balance under control, and helped him stand there looking like an alien invader come to destroy the earth. He tried to make his leg take a step, knowing his underused legs weren’t capable of any such thing, and instead started smoothly walking towards the bathroom. Oh, to be able to go pee without having a nurse there holding a pan under him. Oh freedom, how he loved thee.