The Blurred Image: An Agents of The Emperor Science Fiction Short Story: Agents of The Emperor Science Fiction Stories, #27

By Connor Whiteley

A Strange Location. A Desperate Need. A Blurred Image.

Memories are critical in the far future.

Jarire wakes up in a strange place. She sees a blurred mental image. Jarire needs to remember.

The fate of humanity depends on Jarire.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: Feb 17, 2023
• ISBN: 9798201580582

Connor Whiteley

Hello, I'm Connor Whiteley, I am an 18-year-old who loves to write creatively, and I wrote my Brownsea trilogy when I was 14 years old after I went to Brownsea Island on a scout camp. At the camp, I started to think about how all the broken tiles and pottery got there and somehow a trilogy got created.Moreover, I love writing fantasy and sci-fi novels because you’re only limited by your imagination.In addition, I'm was an Explorer Scout and I love camping, sailing and other outdoor activities as well as cooking.Furthermore, I do quite a bit of charity work as well. For example: in early 2018 I was a part of a youth panel which was involved in creating a report with research to try and get government funding for organised youth groups and through this panel. I was invited to Prince Charles’ 70th birthday party and how some of us got in the royal photograph.Finally, I am going to university and I hope to get my doctorate in clinical psychology in a few years.

Book preview

THE BLURRED IMAGE

When her eyes opened, Jarire looked around constantly until she realised she was safe for a few moments. She had no idea what happened, where she was, all she knew was that her legs hurt.

Both of her legs pulsed crippling pain up into the rest of her body almost like she had been in some kind of accident or fire. She tried to remember what happened but she couldn’t.

Breathing in the cold stale air of the... she didn’t know where she was, all she knew was that the air was cold and stale like the enviro-systems had stopped working ages ago, so no fresh air would get to her.

Looking around in Jarire tried to look through the darkness but it was pitch black in here, she wouldn’t even see her own legs, let alone her own hand in front of her face.

Stretching out her arms Jarire tried to feel around her but everything was so smooth, so perfect. There wasn’t a single speck of dust, hair or blood on the walls or floor,