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200 pages, Kindle Edition
Published May 20, 2018
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Seventeen-year-old Sol has lived her entire life on the settlement - no one is allowed in or out.![]()
"We're at a tipping point, Sol. You feel it too, We don't have a lot of time left."
"Human cooperation functions much better with mutual understanding, does it not?"Together, Sol and Echo plan to turn off the Interspace and save humanity. And maybe fall in love along the way.
"We call it friendship, Echo."
"Define the variables."Ahhh. I loved this book so much!
"There's no equation, Echo. People develop a bond...It's a feeling. You know when you know."
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"I am the Failsafe."
He was different in ways I didn't fully understand, but different didn't mean less. It was just another way to be. You'd think after all I'd been through in the last year I'd have the concept down.
Inaction was as much a choice as one made by conviction.
"I have no need of constellations with you as my guiding star."
"You are my guiding star...I go who where you lead."
"You are a separate entity," he said softly, "independent of me in every respect, yet I have come to see you as an integral part of myself. Vital to my core functions. I will not leave you. I cannot."
Survival was indeed a human being's primary directive but we had our own overrides. The heart was one of them.
“The truth was they had trouble accepting my condition. It wasn’t about my safety, it was about their fear. Fear took away the Custodian position I’d been training years for. I wouldn’t let it ruin our chances at survival. I was more than my illness. Why didn’t they see that? Why weren’t they…proud of me for what I’ve accomplished?
Why don’t you see me? I wanted to ask, but I never did.”
“Not a machine. He’d said that a few times. I hadn’t known him long but he didn’t seem the type to repeat himself. The differentiation mattered deeply to him then. With regret, I thought of how many times I’d called him a robot. His impassive manner made it seem like nothing bothered him, but maybe that was wrong. He was different in ways I didn’t fully understand, but different didn’t mean less. It was just another way to be. You’d think after all I’d been through in the last year I’d have the concept down.”