{"id":1033,"date":"2019-02-10T21:00:55","date_gmt":"2019-02-11T02:00:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/read.whitefire-publishing.com\/?p=1033"},"modified":"2020-07-28T17:39:13","modified_gmt":"2020-07-28T21:39:13","slug":"cosmic-chaos","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/whitefire-publishing.com\/read\/cosmic-chaos\/","title":{"rendered":"Cosmic Chaos"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-media-text alignwide\"><figure class=\"wp-block-media-text__media\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" src=\"http:\/\/read.whitefire-publishing.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Divi_Feature_Images\/CC-fi.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-49\" srcset=\"https:\/\/readmedia.s3.amazonaws.com\/read\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/23135752\/CC-fi.png 500w, https:\/\/readmedia.s3.amazonaws.com\/read\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/23135752\/CC-fi-300x200.png 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><\/figure><div class=\"wp-block-media-text__content\">\n<h3 class=\"wp-block-heading\">Cosmic Chaos<\/h3>\n\n\n\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/whitespark.whitefire-publishing.com\/authors\/cm-shelton\/\">By CM Shelton<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>A defective robot sends him to the Garden of Eden. And that\u2019s just the beginning.&nbsp;<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>This futuristic <a class=\"wpil_keyword_link\" href=\"https:\/\/whitefire-publishing.com\/read\/a-closer-look-at-middle-grade-fiction\/\" title=\"middle grade\">middle grade<\/a> novel will take you on an exciting, time-traveling adventure from the moon to creation and everywhere in between!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Logan gasped. He needed to be in contact with the wrist remote when the program ended or &#8230;&nbsp;<em>I don&#8217;t even know what will happen to me!&nbsp;<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>The Cosmic:&nbsp;<\/strong>Twelve-year-old Logan lives inside the Luna Biodome on the moon. Not only is the moon dust making him sick, it also sets him apart from the other kids. While Logan is inside his new robot&#8217;s interactive program, his illness disappears and mysteries occur that he can&#8217;t explain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>The Chaos:&nbsp;<\/strong>Logan meets an annoying yet undeletable program character named Amy. Their misadventures awaken him to a glitch-a secret that could return him to Earth to track down his missing mother. But only if Amy will cooperate before the moon&#8217;s lockdown and before the robot destroys him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>This science-fiction novel will grab young readers\u2019 attention as they travel from the garden of Eden to a futuristic moon colony. Grab a copy of&nbsp;<em>Cosmic Chaos<\/em>&nbsp;today so your child can join Logan and Amy as they try to complete their mission in time!<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class='et-learn-more clearfix'>\n\t\t\t\t\t<h3 class='heading-more'>Chapter 1<span class='et_learnmore_arrow'><span><\/span><\/span><\/h3>\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class='learn-more-content'><p><em>Earth<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>2031 A.D.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cNo!\u201d Logan locked his\narms around his mom\u2019s neck. \u201cI <em>won\u2019t<\/em>\ngo without you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Dad pulled at Logan\u2019s\nwaist. \u201cThere\u2019s no time for this.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>His mother squeezed Logan\ntighter. \u201cJust give me a second,\u201d she pleaded. She gently pulled his arms down,\nthen wiped the volcanic ash off his face mask. \u201cLook at me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He squinted at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;An intensity filled her eyes. \u201cAs soon as it\u2019s\nsafe, I\u2019ll\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A quake jolted the\nground, and he stumbled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Evacuation sirens blared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>As his dad flung him onto\nhis broad shoulders, Logan\u2019s neck whiplashed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWe have to go, <em>now<\/em>!\u201d his dad shouted as they raced\ntoward the moon shuttle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Over the chaos, his mom yelled,\n\u201cI\u2019ll come get you, Logan. I <em>promise<\/em>!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n<div data-block-name=\"woocommerce\/handpicked-products\" data-edit-mode=\"false\" data-products=\"[911]\" class=\"wc-block-grid wp-block-handpicked-products wp-block-woocommerce-handpicked-products wc-block-handpicked-products has-3-columns has-multiple-rows wp-block-woocommerce-handpicked-products\"><ul class=\"wc-block-grid__products\"><li class=\"wc-block-grid__product\">\n\t\t\t\t<a href=\"https:\/\/whitefire-publishing.com\/read\/product\/cosmic-chaos\/\" class=\"wc-block-grid__product-link\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"wc-block-grid__product-image\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" src=\"https:\/\/readmedia.s3.amazonaws.com\/read\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/23135752\/CC-fi-300x300.png\" class=\"attachment-woocommerce_thumbnail size-woocommerce_thumbnail\" alt=\"Cosmic Chaos\" srcset=\"https:\/\/readmedia.s3.amazonaws.com\/read\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/23135752\/CC-fi-300x300.png 300w, https:\/\/readmedia.s3.amazonaws.com\/read\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/23135752\/CC-fi-150x150.png 150w, https:\/\/readmedia.s3.amazonaws.com\/read\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/23135752\/CC-fi-100x100.png 100w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"wc-block-grid__product-title\">Cosmic Chaos<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/a>\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"wc-block-grid__product-price price\"><span class=\"woocommerce-Price-amount amount\" aria-hidden=\"true\"><span class=\"woocommerce-Price-currencySymbol\">&#036;<\/span>4.99<\/span> <span aria-hidden=\"true\">&ndash;<\/span> <span class=\"woocommerce-Price-amount amount\" aria-hidden=\"true\"><span class=\"woocommerce-Price-currencySymbol\">&#036;<\/span>8.99<\/span><span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Price range: &#036;4.99 through &#036;8.99<\/span><\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"wp-block-button wc-block-grid__product-add-to-cart\"><a href=\"https:\/\/whitefire-publishing.com\/read\/product\/cosmic-chaos\/\" aria-label=\"Select options for &ldquo;Cosmic Chaos&rdquo;\" data-quantity=\"1\" data-product_id=\"911\" data-product_sku=\"\" data-price=\"4.99\" rel=\"nofollow\" class=\"wp-block-button__link  add_to_cart_button\">Select options<\/a><\/div>\n\t\t\t<\/li><\/ul><\/div><\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class='et-learn-more clearfix'>\n\t\t\t\t\t<h3 class='heading-more'>Chapter 2<span class='et_learnmore_arrow'><span><\/span><\/span><\/h3>\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class='learn-more-content'><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>2036 A.D.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYou\ncan\u2019t make me,\u201d the new boy said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Red\nlights flashed on the teacher\u2019s built-in belly screen as she hovered closer. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Logan\u2019s\nheart raced at warp speed. His fingers flew across the type pad in front of him.\n<em>Don\u2019t say another word or you\u2019ll get\nzapped!<\/em> He hit Send.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The\nmessage appeared on the boy\u2019s desk screen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The new\nkid turned and sneered at Logan. \u201cI\u2019ll do what I want.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A\ncollective gasp came from the students. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Logan\u2019s\npale hands shook.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A stasis\nbeam shot out from the teacher\u2019s side, enveloping its target. \u201cCode Red,\u201d she\nannounced. \u201cNoncompliant student.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Immobilized,\nthe new kid floated into the air, unable to move or speak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>An\nelectromagnetic energy beam shot down from the ceiling, crackling like a downed\npower line. It encircled the new kid with purplish neon volts. An electric buzz\nfilled the room, sparking the air.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>All the\nstudents dove under their desks for cover.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The new\nkid shot upward as the beam lifted him into the ceiling\u2019s portal, fast as\nlightning. Then, he was gone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>As the\nenergy beam shut down, a quiet hush overtook the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Hunkered\ndown on the floor, Logan released his hold from the desk legs. Every muscle\nfelt weighted down as he crawled into his chair. He looked out across the\nsterile room, crisscrossed with hundreds of desks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The\nstudents, clad in their silver uniforms, crept along the stark-white floors\nback to their chairs as if waking from a nightmare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>At the\nfront of the class, words flashed on the main digital screen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>CONFORM AND SUBMIT<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The\nsound of fingers tapping on touch screens filled the room as students resumed\ntheir work. Bald heads lined the rows in perfect submission.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Logan\nlooked up at the security cameras instead of focusing on the science diagram on\nhis desk screen. His temples throbbed. He strained to suck in the frosty, thin\nair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Two kids\nturned and stared as he breathed in short gasps.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Hup \u2026 hup \u2026 hup \u2026<\/em> His clumsy\nhands reached for the emergency oxygen mask\nattached\nto the side of his desk, nearly knocking it to the floor. With the mask finally\nin hand, he mashed it to his face, desperately inhaling deep breaths of pure\noxygen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In, out.\nIn, out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>His\nlungs relaxed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The\nstudent next to him scratched at her ID chip implant. The shape of a twisted\nstar, the implant spread across the back of her left hand, the points stretched\nto every knuckle. It looked like a metal tattoo branded into her flesh. The\nswollen skin around it screamed crimson red. <em>Painful.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He\nclosed his eyes for a moment, then opened them, bracing himself to get his\nscience studies finished.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Forty\nminutes later a message rolled across his desk screen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>STAND FOR DISMISSAL<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He\nstood, the thought of leaving this place strengthening his very bones, as it\ndid every day. He kept his gaze on the floor, not looking at anyone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The\nother students held up their left hands, exposing their implants for scanning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Blip, blip, blip.<\/em> Like a\nchecker at the grocery store, the teacher scanned each student, downloading the\nevening\u2019s homework.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>When she\nreached Logan, there was no blip.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Just\nsilence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She\nstopped suddenly, belly screen flashing: <em>No\nidentity chip implant.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>His neck\nflooded with heat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The\nteacher\u2019s sleek, silver body reflected the glaring lights overhead. \u201cPTD\noverride,\u201d her silicon voice declared. \u201cMedical exemption. Code nine-six-four.\u201d\nShe stared down at him with pulsating yellow eyes, digital pupils snapping\nshots of his every move.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A\nPersonal Tracking Device chip, loaded with hours of homework, ejected from her\nmouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The\nthought of homework sent negative particles spinning through Logan\u2019s stomach.\nHis hands grew clammy as he reached for the chip.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The\nteacher moved on to the remaining students. <em>Blip,\nblip, blip.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He\nclutched the oxygen mask with both hands, dragging in more air, two, three\ntimes, steadying himself against his desk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A\nheadache pressed into his skull.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Logan\nsmacked the tank to get the last of the oxygen, then dropped it onto his desk.\nThe teacher would replace it by the next morning. With the exit rush over, he\ntook slow, deliberate steps to the doors, careful not to make his headache\nworse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The\ndoors hissed open, and he stepped out of the classroom and onto the conveyor belt. Students\npressed into him as they crowded out of class, riding along through the main\nhall. The noise level rivaled that of a rocket race with kids cheering for\ntheir favorite pilot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The\nhammering in Logan\u2019s head steadily grew worse. He covered his ears,\nconcentrating on getting out of this place. Fast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHey,\nwait up,\u201d someone called.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A touch\nfell on Logan\u2019s slouching shoulders. He turned to face a boy about his age, but\nmuch taller.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s\nokay to talk out here, right?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Logan\nnodded, then cringed at the throbbing. He strained his eyes to get a better\nlook at this kid. Ears poked out of his head like hovercraft wings ready for\nflight. A silver earring dangled to his shoulder. A round, red tattoo on his\nneck indicated time spent at Juvi Hall on Venus. Logan had never seen this guy\nbefore. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m\nJet,\u201d the kid said over the noisy chaos. \u201cPretty dumb what Warner did today,\nhuh?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWho\u2019s\nWarner?\u201d Logan asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHe came\nover from Neptune with me last night.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Logan\narched a weary eyebrow. \u201cHumans haven\u2019t colonized Neptune yet.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Jet\ndidn\u2019t seem to hear. His eyes shifted sideways before jutting his chin out.\n\u201cWarner always was a troublemaker.\u201d A snorty laugh came from his pierced nose\nas he gave Logan a playful push. \u201cYou watch. He\u2019ll talk in class again\ntomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Logan\nstumbled backward. \u201cI doubt it.\u201d He worked to steady himself. \u201cOnce he recovers\nfrom his nerves being zapped, he\u2019ll be drugged. And if that won\u2019t keep him\ncompliant, they\u2019ll double the dosage each day until he\u2019s pretty much a zombie.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Jet\u2019s\nmouth dropped open. \u201cReally. I guess they\u2019re pretty strict around here.\u201d His\neyes wandered, examining the security guards. \u201cI sit right behind you in\nclass.\u201d His lips curled back as he looked Logan over. \u201cWhat\u2019s up with all the\nweird breathing sounds you make?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Logan\nflinched and looked away. \u201cWell \u2026\u201d Embarrassment heated his face as he\nattempted to give an explanation. \u201cI just\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The\nconveyor belt came to an abrupt end and Jet leaped off. \u201cSee ya tomorrow!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Logan\nblinked for a moment. \u201cSure.\u201d He stepped off as Hovercraft Ears rushed away to\nhis next destination. At least Logan didn\u2019t have to explain. He pressed his\nlips together, then headed toward the docking station.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>His pod\nhovered in the disabled zone. A drab coating of gray moon dust covered the\nrusted yellow paint.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Climbing\nin, he lifted his face for iris recognition.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cGood\nafternoon, Logan,\u201d the navigational unit stated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cTake me\nto Troy\u2019s house.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The door\nclamped shut.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The\nmonotone female voice sounded again. \u201cDestination, home.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWhat?\u201d\nLogan shouted. He immediately regretted yelling. <em>The pod is supposed to take me to Troy\u2019s house.<\/em> Logan eased into\nthe hard seat to cradle his aching head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The pod\nreleased from its dock, creating a rattling and hissing sound.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A vise\nseemed to tighten on his skull. He stared out the window, waiting for the soothing\nmotion of gliding through space to relax him. The pod maneuvered past the\nmassive security gates, leaving the school fortress behind, and slipped into\ncommuter traffic in a tunnel headed straight for the Luna Biodome. <em>The wrong direction<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He sat\nforward, pressing buttons to change the GPS coding. He didn\u2019t like what he\nfound. \u201cAw, come on, this can\u2019t be.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>His\nheadache began to lift.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cDad,\u201d\nhe called out. His strained voice sounded how he felt\u2014small and miserable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A screen\ndropped down in front of the window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>PLEASE HOLD<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>All the\nair in Logan\u2019s lungs escaped like gas from a deflating balloon. He grabbed an\nemergency oxygen mask and pressed it over his mouth and nose. He sucked in\ndeep, desperate breaths. In, out. In, out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>His\ndad\u2019s face appeared on the 3-D projection screen. \u201cMake it quick, Logan, I\u2019m in\nthe middle of a meeting.\u201d His authoritative voice filled the cockpit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Logan\npulled the mask down, just enough to talk. \u201cYou promised I could go to Troy\u2019s\nhouse after school today for Air Rocket rides,\u201d his voice quavered, \u201cbut the\npod won\u2019t take me there. You programmed it to take me home.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>His dad\npointed a finger at him. \u201cI received a notice this morning from your teacher.\u201d\nAccusation weighed heavily in his voice. \u201cShe said your PTD chip was returned empty.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Logan\nshrank back, gripping the seat. \u201cIt\u2019s not my fault.\u201d He glared down at the\nfloor. <em>And you know it<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cNow,\nLogan.\u201d His dad heaved a deep sigh. \u201cI understand Maggie\u2019s been having issues\nlately, but that doesn\u2019t mean you can\u2019t do your homework.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Logan\u2019s\nhead popped up. \u201cBut\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>His dad\nheld up a hand to silence him. \u201cWe\u2019ll discuss this later. I have to go.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The\nscreen clicked off.\n\nHot\nflames scorched Logan\u2019s gut.<em> If Maggie\nmesses up again, I\u2019ll end up just like that new kid, Warner. 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