The Quantum Price by Malcolm Murdock (Ethan Price #1)
English | 2019 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB | 575 Kb
The Quantum Price : They stole his mind. They used him to kill. Now they’ve lost control.
When a man wakes up face-down in the middle of a dump, he naturally has a few questions. Like why is he in a hand-tailored suit with a bullet hole in his back? How did he end up in the middle of a massive dump? Why are there homicidal robots trying to kill him? Why can’t he remember his own name? And how did he get so good at killing?
But the more he learns, the less he likes, and the more likely it seems to end very, very badly. With a faceless organization hunting him, bloody flashbacks haunting him, and an intriguing new companion helping him, the clock is ticking on whether the man can escape his past before it devours him. Will the man recover his memories before it’s too late, or be forced to become a pawn for the power-hungry forces hunting him down?
“They came for him then.
The narrow gap of the alcove allowed him to fight the bots a few at a time. That’s all that kept him alive. These ones were smaller than the ones that had attacked him when he’d awoken. Smaller and less intelligent. There was none of the rudimentary dodging or maneuvering that the earlier bots had shown. These ones simply came for him.
But there were more of them. Many more. And as they swarmed in he bashed and batted and kept them at bay. But always there were more. Where had they come from? Why were they out here?
It didn’t matter. He could feel himself tiring. It wasn’t painful. There was no burning of muscles. Just a dull fatigue that started in his spine and spread outward. A slowing of his reaction time.
The first one broke through like a piranha through a net, leapt for his leg and clamped on just above his knee. He shook it off and stabbed it through its thin metal carapace. It wriggled on the end of his makeshift sword like a freshly-caught crab. But in the moment he’d been distracted, three more leapt to the wall of dead bots encircling his alcove. Leapt for him.”