{"id":253854,"date":"2026-07-13T03:05:55","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T00:05:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/beauty-and-the-cyborg-jodie-seibert\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T03:05:55","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T00:05:55","slug":"beauty-and-the-cyborg-jodie-seibert","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/beauty-and-the-cyborg-jodie-seibert\/","title":{"rendered":"Beauty And The Cyborg – Jodie Seibert"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Can you tell me anything about what you are doing?\u201d Lips pressed together, Astrid thought deeply about what she could say. \u201cI am helping someone,\u201d she said at last. \u201cPlease do not ask for more than that.\u201d Her father sighed deeply. \u201cI trust you,\u201d he said. \u201cIt is just that so much has happened that you do not know about.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d \u201cPirates attacked that convoy. Then they attacked us.\u201d \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d she said, shocked. \u201cExactly what I said.\u201d \u201cHow?\u201d Astrid asked. \u201cI cannot explain exactly. I have no memory of the attack, which I suppose is a mercy. But when we reached the asteroid upon which our convoy had crashed, I found that someone had already been there.\u201d<\/p>\n

Astrid shivered, a sudden chill sweeping through her. Her father noticed, straightened up from where he still leaned against the wall, and guided her into one of two nearby chairs, sitting in the other one once she has sunk down onto the padded surface of it. \u201cYour mother and the others do not know any of this. They think it was because of the crash, that the rest of the cargo had just floated away into space.<\/p>\n

But I saw the signs on the ships. The nav-bots were all either missing, or destroyed. That was strange, but not enough to rouse my suspicions. But then I saw what had been done to the ships. There were some that had truly been ruined by the crash, but most had been intact. I say \u2018had been\u2019 because they no longer were.<\/p>\n

The pirates were clever. After taking the cargo, they tried to disguise it by damaging the hull with a proton pistol. Most anyone would have been fooled, but not me.\u201d Rising to his feet, her father began to pace back and forth. \u201cI was truly suspicious, but I did not want to worry anyone else, so I wrote down my findings on paper in a physical log.<\/p>\n

I also took out an old camera to get a vid record of the damage as we salvaged what we could. I was so rattled that, when we left, I forgot to turn it off. It was a good thing I forgot, for I was able to see what had happened.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Copyright \u00a9 2021 by Jodie Seibert All rights reserved. Published by Criss Cross Press. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the publisher.<\/p>\n

Published in the United States of America. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author\u2019s imagination, or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Paperback Edition: ISBN 978-1-947104-11-2 Cover and interior design by Jodie Seibert.<\/p>\n

Cover images from Shutterstock \/ DOME STUDIO and Shutterstock \/ Vladi333 1kitap1.com\/en DEDICATION: To the man who is my beloved husband 1kitap1.com\/en Table of Contents CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX CHAPTER SEVEN CHAPTER EIGHT CHAPTER NINE CHAPTER TEN CHAPTER ELEVEN CHAPTER TWELVE ABOUT THE AUTHOR 1kitap1.com\/en CHAPTER ONE Astrid stared with watery eyes at the seven stasis bio-pods that held her entire family and knew that they may as well have been in crypts or coffins, for they were dead.<\/p>\n

She was glad the curved plasti cover over them was opaque enough that she could not see the insult that had been done to each cadaver. Her father had sustained the worst wounds, with his heart and lungs missing from his chest, blown away when the engine of the trader vessel exploded.<\/p>\n

But her mother, her sisters and brothers, were all horribly injured as well, for the vacuum of space was not kind to mortal flesh. Even the meager amount of nanites in their bodies had been ruined, boiled in the liquid of their blood. She knew that her family could yet survive, could go on to live the rest of their more than three hundred years.<\/p>\n

They had been put in stasis, which was enough to preserve each corpse, the flesh not yet rotten. The easier things to fix were her father\u2019s missing organs, for a bio-cloner would provide the framework for the stem cells to rebuild them. But what was not so easy was that all of them needed a nanite influx. A nanite influx could heal almost any injury, repair almost any wounds.<\/p>\n

But not just any nanite influx would help them. A severe nanite influx was needed. Trillions of nanites were needed to bring her family back from death. And she had not the credits to pay for all of them.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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