Chapter 1
“Ezekiel James, founder of prosthetics conglomerate Augmenta, has passed away aged 101” flashes across my upper vision as I stick the landing from my first successful Double Arabian. However, the scrolling text startles me and I take an extra step forward than usual, a one-tenths deduction in competition. Oh god, Coach Reilly must have seen me. She’ll have my ass. I look over and Reilly is similarly mesmerized by the text. Her rapid pupil movements signal that she’s using her terminal during training. Not normal, at least from her. “Who’s Ezekiel James?” Harron, a 9-year-old, asks as she tentatively completes a round-off on the high beam. Reilly sighs. “He was a great man. What a shame,” Her wife, Tara Reid, raises her eyebrows as she sips hot coffee. Tara is a slender woman in her mid-30s. She is careful not to spill coffee on a checkered plaid sundress that clings to her hips in the summer humidity. Her long, black hair is twisted in a stern crown braid that accentuates