A Memory Called Empire (Texicalaan #1)

by Arkady Martine

“If I was a suspicious person . . .” Three Seagrass began. “You are a suspicious person, you work for the Information Ministry,” Mahit said.

no algorithm was innocent of its designers. It couldn’t be. There was an originating purpose for an algorithm, however distant in its past—a reason some human person made it, even if it had evolved and folded in on itself and transformed.