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528 pages, Hardcover
First published April 4, 2017
Noemi Vidal, a young soldier, stumbles upon a mech (android/robot) in an abandoned ship near the asteroid battlefield.
Where there’s no free will, there’s no sin.
This is the last time Abel lets the humans make the plans.Along the way, Abel notices that he's changed.
Your soul is bigger than your programming.Will they be able to save the world(s)? Or die trying?
Because of you, I've been truly alive. And now that I've lived, I can be ready to die for something I believe in and the person I love.I am as surprised as anyone to have enjoyed this one so thoroughly.
“Abel. I can’t let you…sell your body.”The plot was fast-paced and exciting. The planets were fun and fascinating.
“The transaction is closer to a rental.”
Better to be hated by Noemi than to be irrelevant to her.
That reaction seems irrational—emotional—and yet Abel knows it to be true. Or maybe he's malfunctioning more badly than he realized.
“What's the first thing I said to you?”
Abel cocks his head, and finally he looks like himself again. “I remember it perfectly, but you almost certainly don't. Therefore, reciting the words cannot serve as a viable test.”
“He isn’t supposed to hope. Not like humans do. Yet during the past several years, his mind has been forced to deepen.”
“[Noemi] wants only safety for her world. She wouldn’t kill innocents to win it.
I cannot count as an innocent, Abel decides. Mechs are designed to risk their lives where humans cannot. Otherwise, they’d never have been invented in the first place. They are, by purpose and design, disposable.”
“It’s dangerous—being angry at God—but Noemi can’t deny the bitter rage she feels at this one last proof that she isn’t enough for God, for the Gatsons, for anyone at all.”
"I've never been less lonely than I am now. With you."
“These are the ships of the enemy, the planet determined to conquer Genesis and take their lands and resources for its own forever: Earth.”
"Only through sacrifice can Genesis survive."
"An adolescent, female-presenting human approximately 168 cm or 5 feet 6 inches in height, of primarily Latin American and Polynesian ancestry, with chin-length black hair, brown eyes, the dark-green exosuit of a Genesis soldier, and a Mark Eight blaster that is - to judge by the wavelength of the beams that just sliced through the air – at approximately 45% charge.”
“Abel. I can’t let you…sell your body.”
“I believe the transaction is closer to a rental.”