The Colony Box Set
Genre: Gay Young Adult Dystopian Romance
Length: Box Set (62k words) Age Range: 16 and up
Publisher & ISBN
Queerteen Press / 9781310141379
Jump to: Buy Links • Excerpt This collection combines both books in J. Tomas's successful gay dystopian YA romance, The Colony:
Rebellion: In the Colony, Aine’s life was decided at birth. The girl next door is his Other, whom he will marry one day. As long as he continues to take his pills, life will be good and he will be safe. But when he accidentally drops one, he learns he has feelings for Kyer, his best friend. Another boy.
Revolution: Aine and Kyer escaped the Colony, but it doesn’t take long for them to tire of living outside its walls. Aine decides to return and, as the next Overseer, bring about some much-needed changes. But breaking back in proves even harder than breaking out. They must dodge Officers, evade Monitors, and convince the people they deserves better. Will anyone listen?
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EXCERPT FROM Rebellion:
Every One had an Other. We were crafted together, birthed at the same time, two halves of one Whole. Everything I was not, she was. Everything she lacked, I had. Others assured we would never be alone. Since the first Colony, Others had worked together to create everything we held dear.
Including the pills, of course.
Brin was my Other. Each year, the Birthing Committee selected twenty-six embryos from stasis to be born. Thirteen boys, thirteen girls, twinned and tweaked to perfection. The entire Colony celebrated the births, and more couples applied to become parents than would be able to receive the children. The babies were born in the Birthing Center and nurtured there for three months by Birthers, workers whose sole purpose was to raise and feed and clothe the newborns. After this initial period, the babies were given new homes. Families could only receive a total of two children -- one of each gender. This allowed everyone in the Colony the opportunity to become parents.
The year I turned eleven, my mother and father petitioned the Committee for another child. They received a daughter, my sister Evie, a year later. She would be the last child my parents were allowed to raise.
There was no such thing as natural birth in the Colony.
We learned about it in class, and why it had been such a dangerous practice. Too many children born too quickly, to parents unable or unwilling to care for them. Diseases spread through sexual interactions. Mothers dying in childbirth, children born with defects, a whole gamut of reasons our system was better.
In the Colony, women and men donated their genes to future generations. The best traits were passed on, and families created through blending the Whole. Everyone who wanted a child could petition to receive one, and those who would rather focus on other talents didn’t have to be burdened with parenthood. It was all coded in our genes. If someone wanted a child, then his or her Other would want to raise a family, as well. If someone was better suited for long hours working for the Whole, the Other was, too.
Everyone was happy in the Colony. They had to be.
We took pills for it.
* * * *
The morning after the incident with my blue pill, I woke on my own, feeling refreshed. Usually the screen above my door clicked on with a soft chime that sounded every few seconds, growing louder as the light in the room brightened, drawing me from sleep.
But I was up before the chime began, my eyes open a full minute before the light brightened in response. I snuggled in the sheets for a moment, remembering the feel of Kyer’s hand on my knee, my thigh. If I’d stayed asleep a little longer, where exactly would his hand have ended up?
A delicious shiver tickled through me at the thought. I couldn’t wait to tell him about the dream.
No, I couldn’t. No one could know. Then they would know I didn’t take the blue pill, and it’d get back to the Health Center, and I’d be detained.
The dream was my little secret.
I had another minute to myself before the screen clicked to life. Someone stared into my room, a woman older than me but not quite as old as my mother. A Monitor, someone whose job it was to watch over everyone through the consoles in the Monitor Center.
“Good morning, A-4602,” she said, her voice pleasant but neutral. It was just another morning at work for her. She tapped the headset holding back strawberry-colored curls and I heard the sound loudly through the speakers built into the wall. “Did you sleep well?”
She knows. I threw back the covers and draped my legs over the side of the bed, sitting up. My left foot covered the spot where I thought I had smashed the blue pill the night before.
“Monitor, I’m fine,” I assured her.
The look on her face suggested otherwise. If I were fine, I’d still be asleep, and the chimes would have to wake me up.
She typed on a keyboard just out of sight, then nodded. “Please stand with your arms out so I can run a bioscan.”
I did as she asked. Would a bioscan show I hadn’t taken all my pills? Would I be found out before I even had a chance to savor this new freedom? Would I be detained after all?
The bioscan was painless. A thin slit in the wall lit up with a red light that circled my bedroom, then a laser scanned me from head to toe. I kept my face blank and held my breath. Please, I thought, not sure exactly who I might be pleading with. The Monitor, maybe? The Colony itself?
The memory of Kyer’s hand on my leg seared into my mind. Please. Don’t notice. Let me keep this.