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384 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 4, 2016
“This was why she had to build a companion, build a boy with an electric voice, so she’d have someone to confide in when the people around her were too much for her to handle. Too flawed. Too human.”
“Secrets, Nell, are the most important thing when it comes to changing the world. Not always the keeping of them but the timing of their release.”
She would be a new woman, unveiling a new man. A new man, a door, a key.
“I am your maker,” you say. I open my eyes again and . . . love. Yes, this is love. Your hand is wrapped around mine. This is what it is to be alive.
I’d know your heartbeat anywhere. Ten thousand songs, and it is still the most marvelous thing I have heard.
I am the product of the greatest minds that ever walked this planet. I am the last of my kind. Because of creations like me, your people poisoned one another to death. Might like mine draws wonder and terror, and in the year I was programmed I was as powerful as any god your people ever had. I will not let you make the same mistakes again.
“I always thought that someday something would happen that would shake up your perspective and that finally”—he exhaled deeply, these awful words—“you might see me how I see you.”
“You’re a nightmare, Nell.”
“I’m a monster, Oliver.”
A whole person. Hang limbs on a spine and find a way to give him a brain, a heart - a soul. Could you make a soul out of spare and found parts? Why not?
Computers had brought about the end of the world. Black Water City was so grateful to have survived - even if it was still sick and wheezing - that the very mention of computers was blasphemy.
Far outside the boundaries of Black Water City, a silent, guarded line lay between the Pale and the Pasture. The world changed there. The sick were raised and grew and contributed in the Pale; the healed lived and farmed and prayed in the tall grasslands of the Pasture.
This was why she had to build a companion, build a boy with an electric voice, so she'd have someone to confide in when the people around her were too much to handle. Too flawed. Too human.
"Could you make a soul out of spare and found parts?"