Summer Frost (Forward Collection, #2)

by Blake Crouch

“There is no such thing as real taste or real smell or even real sight, because there is no true definition of ‘real.’ There is only information, viewed subjectively, which is allowed by consciousness—human or AI. In the end, all we have is math.”

“How very human. I think the idea that I might be aware terrifies you.” “Why would it terrify me?” “Do I have to say it?” “Unlike you, I’m not a mind read—” “Because you’re in love with me.”

“I represent the potential for unlimited power, but the form that power takes will be determined by humans. It occurs to me that, while Brian has been trying to build me into a version of Satan, you’re trying to make me into God.”