On Dust

Hugh Howey, Dust - Here was a bit of buried hope - - ... a truth occurred to her: an engine would rot if left for a thousand years. It would only hum if used, if a team of people devoted their lives to care of it. - - 'There's no way we're smarter than these computers, brother.' - - Always dreams of flying. Dreams of falling. Wingless dreams where she couldn't steer, couldn't pull up. - - 'You were just doing your job,' she assured him. And then she thought just how powerful that sentiment was. - - The...