So, You Want to Know About Neural Bounty: A Space Western Noir Thriller?
When Medical Experiments Develop Survival Instincts and Excellent Aim
From the Flight Deck of Wayfinder (my ship)
Kassidy Reyez here, pay attention because I’m only going to say this once.
Here’s the deal. Some struggling “indie” writer named Daniel P. Douglas dug up my case files from three frontier stations and thought they’d make a “compelling narrative.” I told him where he could shove his narrative. Then he waved 20 percent royalties and a case of Callistoan whiskey in my face.
I’m not proud. I took the whiskey.
The Unfiltered Truth About This Story
You’re not getting some sanitized space adventure where the good guys win and everyone learns valuable lessons. You’re getting the raw footage of what happens when medical nightmares develop survival instincts and excellent aim.
Douglas kept every ugly detail:
Every plasma burn
Every locked memory I had to claw back
Every moment I discovered my brain had more security protocols than a weapons depot
Why? Because “authenticity sells” according to Douglas.
Know what else sells? Not having your consciousness carved up by some lunatic with a medical degree and a god complex.
What You’re Actually Signing Up For
This isn’t your standard bounty hunter tale. This is what happens when you wake up one day and realize you’re both the experiment and the evidence. When “Subject A-Seven” stops being a designation and starts being a threat assessment.
You’ll ride shotgun through:
Catastrophically bad decisions I made for marginally good reasons
The discovery that consciousness isn’t something you weaponize without consequences
Why I hunt (spoiler: it’s not for the geld (money to you people)
Every bounty I collect? Proof that I’m more than what they made me. Every target I drop? A direct message to whoever thought they could program a person like software.
Your Mission Briefing
Look, if you want noble heroes with clean hands and pure hearts, find another book. If you want the truth about surviving when your own memories turn hostile, keep reading.
You’ll get:
Strategic profanity when the situation demands it
Zero patience for authority figures who think badges make them laser proof
Precise descriptions of kinetic solutions to biological problems
Douglas also fixed my spelling and added chapter breaks. Apparently “fuk” isn’t a word. Who knew?
Final Warning
In the frontier, moral ambiguity isn’t a philosophical debate. It’s just a Tuesday. Justice and revenge wear the same clothes out here, and the only difference between hero and villain is which side of the plasma bolt you’re standing on.
If you can’t handle that, bail now. If you’re ready for the unfiltered truth about what happens when lab rats grow teeth and learn to shoot back, then welcome to my world.
And if you ever meet someone in a white coat talking about “optimizing human potential?” Do us both a favor. Shoot first. Question the corpse later.
Still breathing. Still hunting.
K. Reyez
Somewhere in the Outer Rim
P.S. - Douglas says I should thank you for your support. Instead, I’ll thank you for having the guts to handle what’s coming. Not everyone can stomach the truth when it comes with a body count.
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