(Adult: Speculative Literary – Revising, Short story)
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(Adult: Speculative Literary – Complete, Novella)
It is the 1920s as they were but for one thing: the ability to extract unwanted memories. In 1925 Montreal, Elsie – aka Dolores Extract No. 1 – is a Mem, a clone born of such a procedure. But unlike the others, she isn’t fixed in the moment she represents; she knows where she is, what she is and that no other Mem has lived so long.
After living eighteen years in the real world, extraordinary Elsie is recalled to the Vault, the safe deposit dormitory where the other Mems live and expire. Her Source – the original Dolores – is planning to reprint Elsie, but the process of printing memories over an existing clone has proven to significantly shorten its lifespan. Fighting back will force the outside world to grapple with the question of what it means to be a Mem, something of which Elsie can’t be sure herself. To the Professor who has been her father – and the father of the Mem technology – she has been redemption; to Harvey, the scientist to whom she’s assigned inside the Vault, she has been a muse and quagmire; to the man who married her Source, she is the piece of Dolores he never knew – the best piece. Now, in the time she has left, Elsie might define what it means to be human.
The Last Life of Avrilis
(YA: literary sci-fi with steampunk aesthetic – Complete)
When Avrilis saves the life of a boy meant to die, her unscripted behavior forces the two of them to run – not knowing whether the hunters or the end of the age will catch up to them first.
Sixteen-year-old Avrilis isn’t sure a world that replays is worth saving. An orphaned Sentient living at the end of the age, she knows that time repeats and that any Sentient guilty of change becomes prey for the hunters. When she saves the life of a street urchin meant to die, the two discover the Sentient Underground – and that the father she believed dead is the prophet with a plan to end the world for good.
Staying one step ahead of the hunters and the end of time, Avrilis must uncover her father’s motive and choose a side. She can join the fight with the boy whose life she saved or face the aboveground while she searches for the one she’s loved in every life before.
There are several novels/novellas at some stage or another of completion (one called Imogen but just for now; Cait After Exile; The Weight of Alabaster; The Momentary Light Afflictions; etc). There are several short stories meant for the same collection. There are screenplays at various stages of completion, and some projects waiting to decide whether they’re for the page or the screen. There is a television series. There are a few stage plays.
I am a memory. Now I suppose I’ll live like one.
I received the telegram a week before I approached the receptionist’s desk. A lovely girl was stationed there; a student, no doubt. What they call an undergraduate, which means she’s naïve. She may have mistaken me for a student as well, except that I handed her a wide, rectangular slip of paper that read: Dolores Extract No. 1. You are hereby recalled to the Vault. Please return to the premises no later than noonday, 30 August, 1925.
After that she must have known what I am, though if she was shocked or intrigued she made no mention of it. In the eighteen years I’ve lived out in the city, among real people, they always have. Anyone who became aware of my circumstances, of my origin, has been taken aback by the fact that I am so like them. I’ve learned, too, that when they’re in awe, people must tell you so. It becomes the way you distinguish one from another, by what forces them to react.