DiSemblance
Jason Tanner’s life has always been different from the ordinary citizen’s. It started when he was an infant and his parents were only teenagers. A computer science prodigy, Lloyd attended MIT but left a pariah in the eyes of the school’s dean—but a computer physics genius in the eyes of his primary investor. Then his theories and ideas created a holographic machine and their world shrunk as contact with the outside world became less and less frequent. A computer prodigy now himself, Jason is about to learn that the world never waits for you if you have the ability to change it: it will come for you.
Detective Bruce Durante has been handed the case of the Comfort Killer, a serial killer so named because he appears to abduct terminally ill patients before returning their corpses to their families in refrigerated coffins. When he picks up the trail, it leads straight to the home of Lloyd Tanner.
Jason has been living life through the world of Lloyd’s invention and wishing he could carry on a relationship with Boston, the beautiful girl next door. When his father is murdered and framed as the Comfort Killer, he is brought back to reality in a hurry. He is forced to destroy all of the planted evidence—and finds he is being targeted as the killer’s new fall guy. But the secrets of his father’s invention run deep and Jason, his brother Isaac,Boston, the Comfort Killer, and Detective Durante hurtle towards one another on a deadly collision course that leaves everyone’s life hanging in the balance.
Author Shanae Branham
I am a professional writer with a bachelor’s degree in creative writing and a minor in grammar. I have also attended several years of classes and workshops in screenplay writing at the Los Angeles Screenplay writer’s Expo.
I love suspense thrillers and am a master at plot and character development. I enjoy stories with happy endings. I promise all my readers that when they put one of my books down or walk away from one of my movies, they will be enthused with excitement and joy. This does not mean there will not be some sad parts, because you have to feel the bitter in order to understand the sweet. In fact, I have struggled with Dyslexia my whole life, so you can imagine how overjoyed I was when DiSemblance won a Silver metal in the fantasy/science fiction category at the eLit awards in 2012.
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Excepts from DiSemblance:
1) Chapter 4 (Relationship development)
Jason sat up, torn between revulsion and admiration. He missed his mother so much. He wanted to join his father inside the holodeck, but something deep inside him screamed it was wrong. The woman his father was with right now was not his mother. She wasn’t even a real person, but a collection of photographs and memories his father had gathered to create a computer character. It had been a long time since he had actually seen his father with the DC of his mother. He knew his father often frequented her presence, but he had avoided the holodeck whenever he did.
“It’ll be a while before you can surf,” Isaac said nonchalantly. “Dad just got in there.”
Jason looked at his brother. Isaac was seated at the computer terminal working on a digital copy of his own. The center monitor was split into six sections. The new DC’s head and torso hung in the two center sections, while her legs and arms rotated separately off to the sides.
“You’re sick, dude,” Jason said as he realized that Isaac was making a digital copy of the girl across the street, Boston Komen.
Chapter 5
“…Does having a copy of your dead mother around bother you?”
No one had ever asked him that before. It felt good to talk about it. “It’s confusing.” Jason looked into Boston’s eyes. The warmth and concern he saw there was mesmerizing. “I don’t think Isaac believes mom’s dead. I don’t use that program because it doesn’t feel right.”
“It would bother me, too,” she paused. “What do you do all day?”
“Excuse me?” Jason was not offended by the question. In fact, it felt good to have someone take an interest in him.
“You don’t go to public school.”
“I already got my GED.”
“Is that it?”
“What do you mean?”
“Is that all you want from your life?”
Jason had never thought about it like that. “Why? Everything I could ever want is inside the hologram machine.”
“I’m not.”
Her words were like an arrow to his heart. She stepped closer, and he blushed as a black convertible loaded with teenage girls drove up and parked on the side of the street.
“Hey, Boston,” the driver called out.
“I’m coming,” Boston waved at her friends. Then she turned back to Jason. “By the way, I broke up with Ricky today.”
Jason felt like he had stepped in front of a moving truck. By the time he recovered his wits enough to speak, she had already jumped into the convertible, and they had peeled out, disappearing down the road.
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