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266 pages, Hardcover
First published January 8, 2013
1. A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.
2. A robot must obey the orders given to it by human beings, except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.
3. A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Laws.
0. A robot may not harm humanity, or, by inaction, allow humanity to come to harm.
Four soldier bots were waiting for them at the city limits. The bots towered over the humans—they were at least eight feet tall and as wide as two men. They raised their lase arms and aimed a warning shot at the survivors’ feet. Chunks of street rubble sprayed out, one small piece striking the young boy in the left eye. He screamed and fell, clasping his hand over his face. Blood ran between the boy’s fingers. His father pulled off his own shirt, picked up the still-screaming child, and pressed his shirt against the boy’s face. The boy clawed at his father’s hands, but his father held him tight against his chest.
“You were staring at your stomach like a monkey that had just discovered its belly button,” said Cass.
“Drop it, Cass!”
“Like a monkey saying, ‘Oh my God, what is this hole doing in my belly?’”
“Right, what’s there possibly to worry about?” she said. “Just some surgery in the garage with a drunk doctor.”
“Our parents are here, because if they’re not here they’re dead, and they can’t be dead. So we’re here to rescue them.”
At first we called it system-wide malfunctions when the robots stopped fighting at exactly 2:15 P.M. Greenwich mean time, August 17, 2051. They had been designed by humans to fight our wars, but for twenty-two hours the battlefields were silent. We called it a blessing and the beginning of a new peace. Then when the robots began killing again, now targeting their human commanders, we shook our heads and called it fatal programming errors. When, a day later, the skies over cities on six continents grew dark with warships, we began to understand. And when the bombs rained down and then legions of bot footsoldiers marched into the burning ruins, killing any humans who resisted and dragged away the rest of us, we finally called it what it was: revolution.
—Revolution 19 by Gregg Rosenblum
[The robot] was roughly the shape of a man, but broader, taller, more boxlike, and rolling rather than stepping.
Their faces were the same dull metal as the rest of their bodies, flat and featureless except for two rectangular openings where eyes would be.
"How old are you?" asked Mrs. Tanner.
"I'm seventeen," said Nick. "My sister is fifteen, and my brother is thirteen."
—Revolution 19 by Gregg Rosenblum
"[Kevin] hated when Nick called him 'Kid.' Like Nick was so grown up and Kevin was just a useless little child."
—Revolution 19 by Gregg Rosenblum
"Can we get closer?" says Nick. [..]
"No," said Amanda[..]. "Come on, let's go back."
"Amanda's right," said Lexi. "Not safe."
"Come on, just a few blocks closer," said Nick. He knew it wasn't smart, that he was pressing his luck, but they were here now, and he had to get a closer look.
[..]
"I need to get closer." [Nick] took a step toward the checkpoint.
Lexi grabbed his arm. "No, you idiot!" she hissed.
"I need to look!" Nick said, too loudly, yanking his arm away.
[..]
The robot, with a graceful burst of speed, glided over the kids' heads and then hovered in front of them on the sidewalk. "YOU WILL HALT AND RECEIVE YOUR INFRACTION, OR YOU WILL BE DETAI—" The robot cut itself off mid-word and began pulsing a bright red. "YOU ARE LACKING IDENTIFICATION IMPLANTS. REMAIN HERE AND YOU WILL BE PEACEFULLY DETAINED."
—Revolution 19 by Gregg Rosenblum
He grinned back at her, feeling his cheeks flush, but then reminded himself, as he broke into a jog toward the door, that Lexi and Amanda had abandoned them back at the re-education center.
—Revolution 19 by Gregg Rosenblum
"You broke out?" said Lexi. "And made it across town again?" She smiled. "Now you're just trying to impress me."
—Revolution 19 by Gregg Rosenblum