Watch Me (Shatter Me: The New Republic #1)

by Tahereh Mafi

“One day that overzealous optimism is going to get you into trouble. You think I’m being hard on you. I am. It’s because I don’t want you to die, you idiot.”

Lol

The ultimate goal of synthetic intelligence, then, is the obliteration of organic intelligence.

James pops his bloodied head out the open door. “What’d you say?” “I said stop—” James leans farther out the door, revealing a sophisticated automatic rifle. “I was just kidding, dumbass,” he calls back. “I heard what you said.”

“Drop the weapon,” James says quietly. I let it slip from my fingers, and it falls to the floor with a resounding clatter. Kenji limps over to it, scoops it up with his good arm, and hauls himself over to me. Suddenly, I’ve got two guns to my head. Front and back.

Good good good