Chapters (75)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Praise for Sleepless
- Sleepless
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Acknowledgements
- Dear Reader …
- Keep Reading …
- About the Publisher
Delores sighed. ‘Moses.’ Her eyes softened. ‘I did love him, you know. You saw him in the video; you saw the man he was. Who couldn’t love that man? And he loved me … but he loved his precious technology more.’
Voice hardening, she swung her legs up onto the arm of her chair, a jarringly nonchalant move at odds with her steely cool. It reminded Thea of the woman in the video, the one with silver moons on her belt and jangling bracelets.
‘I couldn’t see exactly what you were watching but I know he used to love making those stupid video diaries. Logs, he always called them, like he was Captain sodding Kirk. I thought I’d got rid of them all. So you’ve heard his side. But there are always two, aren’t there? It wasn’t just him, you know. He couldn’t have done it without me. The great genius Moses Ing. But who spent hours reading all the data, hmm? Me. Spreadsheets, funding, even finding Ted – all me. Not the glamorous stuff, I’ll admit. Eternal fucking female problem – we do all the legwork and get none of the glory.’
Her eyes blazed.
‘So yes, when he did what he did – his choice, mind you – and tested it on himself, what could I do? He had to be cared for. Debts had to be paid. Aspire were interested in it, even though it was nowhere near ready, so I made the best choice I could … at the time. I’ve been able to keep him safe.’
‘You were drugging him.’
‘He is a liability to himself.’
‘But it’s easier to steal something from someone too drugged to know what’s going on, right?’ Thea lowered her voice, her heart thumping in her throat. If she was a white-crowned sparrow, she was a sparrow having a conversation with a leopard. ‘I know the real reason for Morpheus. You want to get inside our heads.’
‘Do we? You must know more than me. I’m not in charge of all of this, remember? In fact, soon I will be very much sacked. What the company wants to do with it is their concern.’
‘Mind control?’
‘Hah! Really? That is the stuff of silly sci-fi films. We can’t even get the tech to work properly yet. I thought we’d ironed out all the glitches but, well, we’re finding that REM sleep is a much bigger problem, one we haven’t solved, no matter how hard we try. You’ve seen the result.’