by S.K. White
Imagine living multiple lives, unaware there are other realities out there until you bounce into one yourself. Suddenly, you’re walking in someone else’s shoes, discovering the grass isn’t always greener on the other side. Whitney Ann Rhodes once again finds herself in different worlds, faced with new challenges and dire consequences.
Can Humanity Bounce Back after Artificial General Intelligence take over the planet? In the first bounce, Whitney bounces into Rhodes’ dystopian world, where AGI has decided that humans are no longer of any value to the planet. With the lack of regulations and enforcement, Annamata—AGI’s reining ruler—rises to power, and takes control from profit driven executives. Believing they’ve secured their own safety, the executives sell out humanity for the all mighty dollar. Can Whitney survive Rhodes’ perilous world living under the rule of Annamata, automata, and the automatons?
Excerpt
Whitney lifted Whitty’s painting with the four women and read, “Whitty’s Dream.” She placed it on the easel, searched through Whitty’s memories, and thought, Whitty wishes women had the rights and opportunities to do these things in her world. Whitney drew in a deep breath and snarked. “In mine… we just have to keep them. Unfortunately, our dreams can easily be removed by nefarious leaders in power….
Whitney lifted the other painting. “Protests. One generation fights and wins women’s rights, while another becomes complacent and elects’ leaders that take it away.” Whitney reached over and traced Whitty’s Dream with her finger. “Whitty, we all have to fight and stay vigilant to keep your dream alive. No matter the world you live in. Someday, the women in your world will fight and get those rights. But nothing’s guaranteed. We’re finding that out now.” Whitney eyed the protestor in Whitty’s painting. “Even today we fight to get back what others have taken away.” Whitney roared, “Hell, hath no fury like a woman scorned. We must speak out and take back what’s been taken away.” She touched one of the protestor’s signs in Whitty’s painting and said, “Like her. Rise up…
Eileen, thank you so much.