Overview

What are cyborgs?

The Seven Sleepers don't know.  But they offer to help their new friend Rainor rescue his sweetheart from them, anyway.  And does that ever get them into a pack of trouble.

The city of the cyborgs is totally weird.  In the first place, travelers who go in can't get out.  The Sleepers can't get ...

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Overview

What are cyborgs?

The Seven Sleepers don't know.  But they offer to help their new friend Rainor rescue his sweetheart from them, anyway.  And does that ever get them into a pack of trouble.

The city of the cyborgs is totally weird.  In the first place, travelers who go in can't get out.  The Sleepers can't get out.  And what's with the cyborg people?  How come they all wear these antennas on their heads?  And who in the world are the annihilators?
Watch Josh and Sarah and your other Sleeper friends tackle their rescue mission.  And see them get the advice they need from Goel, their good leader, at just the right time.

The Seven Sleepers seek to rescue Rainor's sweetheart Mayfair from the clutches of creatures known as cyborgs.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781575676548
  • Publisher: Moody Publishers
  • Publication date: 4/1/2000
  • Series: Seven Sleepers: The Lost Chronicles, #4
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: New Edition
  • Pages: 144
  • Age range: 10 - 14 Years
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

GILBERT MORRIS has written numerous novels for both adults and young people. After teaching high school, pastoring several Southern Baptist churches, and chairing the English department at Ouachita Baptist University, Gilbert retired to write and publish full-time. He has written more than 200 novels, including the Seven Sleepers series for youth. He lives in Gulf Shores, Alabama, with his wife, Johnnie.
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City of the Cyborgs

Seven Sleepers the Lost Chronicles 4


By Gilbert Morris

Moody Publishers

Copyright © 2000 Gilbert Morris
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-57567-654-8



CHAPTER 1

Captured


The only thing moving in the sky above was a single vulture. It kept circling high over the small band of teenagers stumbling through the desert. Only a dot at first, it made a slow swooping curve, coming closer and closer. Something ominous lay in the way it descended.

Finally the bird came close enough so that Reb Jackson lifted his head and gazed at it.

"That's all we need. A vulture to keep us company!"

Reb was a lean boy of fifteen. He was the tallest of the young travelers who plodded painfully over the sand and rocks that made up this bad country. He had on a well-worn Stetson that shaded his eyes from the blistering sun. Now, stopping and taking it off, he pulled a scarlet bandana from his pocket and mopped his forehead. His face was red. Reb glared up at the vulture. "You come a little closer, and I'll bust you with a rock!"

"Better save your strength, Reb." Josh Adams and all the others stopped as well. Josh's face felt sunburned, and his tongue was thick in his mouth. He shook the leather bottle at his side. "Not more than a few swallows here," he said. "How much have the rest of you got?"

"I don't have anything left." Jake Garfield, short and fourteen, had red hair now shaded by a straw hat. He held up his own leather bottle. It was flat. He could hardly speak. "We've got to get to water soon, Josh, or we're goners."

Josh looked at the others. Brown-haired Dave Cooper was ordinarily strong and athletic. But their trek across the desert had worn him down. He did not speak at all but suddenly just sat down on the ground and hung his head.

"Come on, Dave, you can't give up." Gregory Randolph Washington Jones—Wash—was, at thirteen, the youngest of them. He held out his own water bottle and said, "Here. I got a little left. I'll split it with you."

Dave looked up at the black boy. "No," he said stubbornly. "I've drunk mine. You'd better save it for yourself."

"Aw, go ahead and drink some, Dave," Wash urged. "I'm smaller than you are. I don't need as much water."

"That's plain silly," Dave mumbled.

Josh wanted to sit down and rest, too, but he knew that would be fatal. He squinted at the sky. "About three hours of day left. We've got to find a spring or a pool or something. The heat will be better when the sun goes down." Then he walked over to the two girls. Both were sunburned and looked ready to drop. "You girls all right?"

Sarah Collingwood had on a pair of brown shorts, and her unprotected legs were blistered. She wore a bloused hat over her black hair, and that sheltered her face. She tried to smile at him. "We'll be all right, Josh. Don't worry about us."

"Be all right!" Abbey Roberts wailed. "How can you say that? We're going to die of thirst out here in this desert!" Abbey was usually very careful of her appearance, but now she was dressed in faded, worn clothes as were the rest of the Sleepers.

Josh knew that he had to get them moving. He was the leader of the Seven Sleepers. So he said as cheerfully as he could, "Come on, gang. We're bound to find water. And one thing's for really sure—that sun has got to go down."

It took some encouraging, but he finally got the group going again. He tramped ahead of them, his eyes searching for any spot of green. After a while, Sarah came up beside him, and he said, "If you see anything green, we go for it. If it's green, there has to be water close by."

"They can have this land of Grobundia," Sarah said. She took a small sip of water from her bottle.

Josh glanced at her. She was holding the liquid in her mouth, enjoying the delicious moisture as it soaked into her dried tissues.

Then she swallowed and said, "We've heard some pretty bad things about Grobundia. After this, I believe them all."

"We didn't have any choice," Josh said. "We had to go through this territory. There's no other way. Couldn't go around it. Couldn't fly over it. Wish the eagles were here to carry us over."

"The eagles! I've been thinking about them myself," Sarah muttered. "Wish they'd show up again."

"Maybe they will. Maybe Goél will send them. He knows what we need. The eagles came before when we needed them—just like we do now."

Josh looked up at the sky. It looked unfriendly and hard enough to scratch a match on. There were no eagles. "Not a cloud," he said, trying not to sound bitter.

"Well, don't give up, Josh. We've been in tighter spots than this in Nuworld." Now Sarah was being the encourager.

Nuworld. That weird place that now existed after an atomic war had destroyed most of the world as it had been. There were strange mutations here. There were giant eagles large enough to ride on. More than once those eagles had carried them away from danger. But now, looking up, Josh saw only the lone vulture.

"We'll make it," he said grimly. "Goél hasn't forgotten us, and we'll make it. That old buzzard might as well go fly someplace else."

The sun seemed pasted in the sky, as though it were not going down at all. On and on the Seven Sleepers trudged with sore feet and sunburned skin and mouths as dry as dust.

Of course, finally the sun did go down, and, just as it did, Josh suddenly cried, "Look over there! There's a patch of green! Come on!"

The stones bruised his feet as they straggled, half-running, across the desert floor. At the green patch, a small spring was making a pool no more than three feet across. Water from the pool trickled off for a little ways and then disappeared into the dry earth.

"Be careful," Josh said as they knelt about the pool. "We drink what we can, then we fill our water bottles."

"I could drink it all!" Jake cried.

"Save some for me, Jake," Reb grinned through chapped and dried lips. "I need an ocean!"

"The girls first," Josh said.

Not all could drink from the small water supply at one time. The girls drank, and then the boys took turns.

Josh was the last. He drank and drank, then said, "I've drunk all I can, and I'm still thirsty. My tissues are all dried up."

"We'll have to fill the water bottles a little at a time. This isn't much of a spring," Reb said.

Night came on quickly. Overhead the stars glittered like diamonds. A full moon rose above the eastern horizon.

They had lost all of their equipment including their weapons. They had nothing to eat. They were without blankets. All they could do was to curl up on the sand.

Sarah and Abbey huddled together because, as hot as the day had been, the air cooled off rapidly. Josh could hear their murmured conversation.

"I wish we had something to eat," Abbey said.

"We'll get to someplace tomorrow. There's probably a village up ahead."

"I surely hope so," Abbey said, "and I need some makeup. I must look awful."

"Makeup!"

"I don't feel human without makeup, Sarah. You know that!"

Listening, Josh could not help but smile, miserable as he was. He had often noted that no matter how bad things were, Abbey's first thought was either of boys or her makeup. Oh, well, he thought as he started to doze off, I'd settle for a good steak myself. Abbey can have the makeup.

But the water had refreshed him, and the singing winds of the desert lulled him to sleep.


Josh did not know how long he had slept. He hated to come out of it, though. Consciousness slowly came back, but he still felt he was half asleep.

I wish I could just sleep for a month, he thought, and wake up in the middle of a nice, green place with lots of lakes and rivers and streams and ...

More and more he came out of his almost comalike sleep, and his mind began reviewing what had happened. Since coming to Nuworld, he had been leader of this small group of young people who had been safely brought from Oldworld by means of sleep capsules. The Seven Sleepers soon found themselves under the command of a strange and wonderful figure named Goél.

Their mysterious leader appeared to the Sleepers from time to time. He led the battle against an evil force commanded by the Dark Lord, and often he had sent them on dangerous missions. Right now Josh lay thinking, I'd be happy if we didn't have any more missions. I'd just like to take a break for a while.

A slight sound caught his attention, and he opened one eye. He expected to see one of his friends turning over in his sleep. Instead, what he saw brought him fully awake. Instantly.

At first he could not make out what it was, and then he saw someone's feet standing not three feet away from him!

In alarm, Josh instinctively made a grab toward his waist, but no sword was there. He came to his feet then with a bound but stopped stock-still at once, for something sharp probed right at his heart. He looked down and saw a long, cruel knife, held in the hand of a small, strange being.

Josh looked around wildly. Dwarfs! Their entire camping area was surrounded by little men wearing flowing desert robes and carrying blades that glinted in the moonlight. The bright moonlight fell on their dark-skinned faces too. Their robes had hoods that could cover their heads. Their faces were thin and hard. Worst of all, none of them seemed friendly.

Looking down at the little man who held the knife, Josh swallowed hard. "Hello," he said. "My name is Josh Adams."

"I am Gulak. And you'll have no name soon."

Gulak had slanted eyes. When he grinned, as he did now, he showed stained, broken teeth. And although he was no more than three feet tall, he appeared tough and wiry and dangerous.

One of the other desert raiders said, "Let's kill them now."

"Why should we kill them, Mudnor?"

By now the other Sleepers were on their feet. But they were as weaponless as Josh was. Mudnor laughed evilly as he looked about at them. Suddenly he reached out and grabbed Abbey Roberts by the hair. With the other hand he whipped out a knife and held it to her throat. "Just for the pleasure of it," he said. "I have not killed anyone in weeks now."

"Wait a minute!" Josh cried. "You can't kill us like that!"

Laughter went up from the surrounding band of dwarfs. Gulak said, "Who are you to be telling us what we can do? You come into our land uninvited, and we will do as we please with you."

"Let me have this one to play with," Mudnor said, keeping the blade at Abbey's throat. The girl's eyes were wide with terror, and she struggled to free herself. But Mudnor was very strong, though not as tall as Abbey.

Gulak laughed at this, but he said, "No, we will sell them as slaves." He looked up at Josh and, grinning, prodded him with the knife point. "You will not like it in the mines," he said. "You will go down there and work until you die. You will never see daylight again."

One of the other dwarfs went up to Sarah. "I'll take this one. I'll pay for her myself. She can be my slave."

He gripped her arm roughly, and she cried out.

"Let her alone!" Josh said. He had time to say no more, for Gulak swiftly reversed the knife and struck him right between the eyes with its heavy handle.

"Hold him!" he said, and instantly Josh felt his hands seized by several of the little men.

"I'll give you a taste of what to expect in the mines!" Gulak laughed. He drew out a short whip that hung from his belt. It made a whistling sound as he swung it in the air. Then it struck Josh's back.

A band of fire ran across Josh's shoulders, and he bit his lips to keep from crying out.

Sarah twisted herself free and threw herself at one of the men holding Josh, dragging him backwards.

"Well, you have spirit," Gulak said. He started toward Sarah. "I will keep this one myself!"

The one dwarf's grip had been broken, and Josh struggled to get free. But other hands held him. Then he heard the hissing of an arrow, and Gulak fell to the ground.

Mudnor shouted, "Look out!" He had time to cry no more, for another arrow felled him.

Screams of rage and fear came from the other little men. One of them cried out, "Quick, we've got to get away!"

And the band of dwarfs took flight.

It all happened so fast that the Sleepers could only stand there speechless.

CHAPTER 2

Banquet in the Desert


Josh stood staring down at the still forms of their small attackers. What had happened seemed like a dream to him, and yet his back burned with the blow he had taken from the little man's whip.

He noted that the horizon was pink. The sun was beginning to rise. He looked into the surrounding desert in all directions, but he saw nothing. They had camped in a small valley encircled by rising rocks and shale. He called toward the distant rocks, "Hello! Who are you?"

The desert was as silent as a tomb.

Dave whispered, "It couldn't have been a ghost. Those guys with the knives were here—and these two are really dead."

Even as Dave finished speaking, a figure suddenly stood up from behind a shelf of rock. Josh saw at once that this was no Grobundian, for he was tall and well formed. "Hello," Josh said again and waited.

All eyes were upon their rescuer as he approached.

Abbey whispered, "He's so good-looking, isn't he?"

No one answered. Josh was studying the young man. He was indeed fine looking, tall and trim with blond hair that lay over his shoulders. He was deeply tanned. But there was a surly look about him.

Josh stepped forward to greet him. "You came just in time," he said. "Thank you."

"What are you doing out here in the desert?"

"We're lost," Josh said. "We're trying to get to Madrian."

"Well, you're not more than a hundred miles off course!" There was something ill-natured about the reply.

The young man was less than twenty, according to Josh's estimate. He was wearing light green slacks and a white shirt. He held a knapsack in one hand. On his back was a quiver of arrows, and in the other hand he held a curved bow. A wide-brimmed hat shaded his face from the rising sun.

The stranger snorted in a disgusted manner. "You're fools to be out here in Grobundia in the first place. And with no weapons? Where are your weapons?"

Josh was taken aback by the surly tone. "We had a brush with some of our enemies a way back," he explained. "We had to get out without a thing except the clothes on our backs. I admit we were careless. I guess last night we figured we didn't need to be watchful in a place like this."

"What's your name? Who are you?"

"I'm Josh Adams, and these are my companions." Josh went around naming each Sleeper, and each felt the piercing gaze of the blue-eyed stranger as he studied them carefully.

A laugh issued from the man's lips. "A clan of babies out here in Grobundia! You won't last long. It's a wonder you haven't starved to death already. Or run out of water."

"Well, to tell the truth," Josh said, "we almost did. If we hadn't found this spring last night, I think we'd all be out of it."

Wash spoke up then. "What's your name? That's my first question."

"What's your second?"

"Have you got anything to eat?"

The small youngster's nerve—and humor—seemed to impress the blond stranger, and he almost smiled. "My name is Rainor."

"This isn't your country, either, is it?" Sarah asked. "You certainly don't look like a Grobundian."

"Not much. I'm headed out of here the same as you are—except that I'm not lost."

"I've never been a beggar," Reb Jackson said, "but if you've got a sandwich or a bit of hog jowl or anything to eat in that knapsack of yours, I'd sure appreciate a bite."

Rainor looked at the tall boy and the high-crowned Stetson as if pondering his request. Then with a gesture of disdain he threw down the knapsack and said, "Not much there, but take what you want. You're welcome."

At once Sarah smiled. "Thank you so much, Rainor. We are really very hungry."

"We'll be glad to pay you. I did come away with a little gold."

Rainor stared at Josh as he produced from under his shirt a leather bag hanging from a thong. Then he said, "Never mind payment. And you'd better keep that out of sight. There are people that would cut your throat for your shoes in this country."

Hastily Josh dropped the bag back down inside his shirt. "That's good advice," he said. "I guess I'm not thinking very clearly. And thanks for your generosity."

"Is there a village close by—or a place we can buy something to eat?" Jake asked. His eyes were on the girls as they began taking food out of Rainor's knapsack.

"You'd starve to death before you got there," Rainor said. Ignoring them, he went over to the spring, lay flat on his stomach, and drank deeply.

Dave leaned over to see what the girls had found in the knapsack. "What's in there?" he asked.

"There's some meat and bread. Not a whole lot. I'd hate for us to eat it all. It's all he has."

"He can buy more when we get to a village," Dave said. "We all can." He eyed the food ravenously, and so did the rest of the Sleepers.

Sarah divided up the food and called out to Rainor, who was now walking around the campsite, standing on rocks at times and gazing off into the distance. "Come and have breakfast with us, Rainor. This is your food. We don't want to eat it all."


(Continues...)

Excerpted from City of the Cyborgs by Gilbert Morris. Copyright © 2000 Gilbert Morris. Excerpted by permission of Moody Publishers.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Table of Contents

TABLE OF CONTENTS

1. Captured

2. Banquet in the Desert

3. A Strange Story

4. The Fence

5. The Cyborgs

6. A Cyborg Funeral

7. A Terrible Life

8. "All of Us Are One. . ."

9. The Captive

10. The Peacemaker

11. A Familiar Face

12. Sarah-Unit 6r9g

13. Seven No More 1

14. "All These People Need Freedom!"

15. The Peacemaker's Visitors

16. An Unexpected Visitor
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