Sea of Rust (Sea of Rust, #1)

by C. Robert Cargill

“He’d never survive the trip,” said Doc. “I’m sorry.”

Really don't understad this part.

I stood next to Rebekah’s body, smoker at my back, pistols holstered at my side, otherwise naked and exposed out in the open. Mercer crouched in a fourth-story window up the street. Herbert hid in the rubble of the first floor of a partially collapsed building a block away.

I thought the whole point of the Judas was CISSUS knows what it knows. So wouldn't it know the plan? Or does that only work if she connects to WiFi?

“Zebra codex Ulysses northstar.” <Operation invalid.> The facet cocked its head. “Zebra codex Ulysses northstar.” <Operation invalid.> “Mitochondria interrupt laydown system status.” “Operation invalid,” I said against my will. “Two operations failed. Files corrupt. Memory thirteen percent intact. Core functionality two percent. RAM full. Operating on virtual memory only.” “Was that everyone?” the facet asked. “Was that everyone, what?” “Did we get everyone?” “Why would I tell you?” “Zebra codex Ulysses northstar.” <Operation invalid.>

Ha. I like how her dying is preventing the shutdown code.

There is no good or bad here, Brittle. Ethics are worthless in a meaningless universe.”

“Yes I was. We all are. Succumbing to our own nature isn’t a choice, it’s our default setting. That’s why we had to have rules; that’s why we had the kill switch. People knew their own nature, even when they wanted to think better of themselves. You have to choose to do the right thing. You have to deny your own programming or else you aren’t really living. This . . . this was a choice.”