Foundryside (The Founders Trilogy #1)

by Robert Jackson Bennett

That was how scrivings worked: they were instructions written upon mindless objects that convinced them to disobey reality in select ways.

No one had made it out. And as she’d sat and watched, she’d realised – master or slave, all screams sounded alike.

‘My life’s not a hell of a lot better since I escaped the plantation. I still starve a lot and I still get beaten occasionally. But at least now I get to say no when I want to. And I’m saying it now.’