| Author: | Ash Gray | ISBN: | 9781386605287 |
| Publisher: | Ash Gray | Publication: | May 19, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Ash Gray |
| ISBN: | 9781386605287 |
| Publisher: | Ash Gray |
| Publication: | May 19, 2018 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Lucy lives in a robot-dominated world where everything is falling to pieces, even the people. Those who come down with the Rot are ground into biofuel for the dominate Droids, a race of sentient robots who believe organics inferior. When one day she wakes up with a finger missing, Lucy realizes the epidemic has finally caught up to her and escapes into the Wasteland. With the help of a roller skating robot, a living mannequin, and her cowardly goat, Lucy sets off on an adventure to find a cure for the Rot . . . and the Dominion of Droid.
Quotes:
One morning it rained bananas. Sometimes it just did that.
-
"Moo?" inquired Knoll. The little brindle goat was sitting on the couch, watching the angular television as Lucy drank down the last dregs of her cereal.
"That's the wrong sound and you know it," Lucy said wearily.
-
The Droids would then come along to arrest them, and they were never seen again. There was never a body, not even a funeral. People just vanished, and there were no graveyards in Surge City. The Droids let nothing go to waste, not even corpses.
-
"What the hell are you doing!" the ant's tiny voice shrilled before jibbering off into furious ant language.
-
Lucy stared at the woman in disbelief. "Forget it's happening? We should be doing something about this! Every time one of us falls apart, the robots use us for biofuel. They are eating us, and we all just go along with it!"
"What do you suppose we do?" said Mango, eyes hooded indifferently.
-
In all the time she had presided over Quadrant 5, Droid 0.748921 had made it a point to never look twice at the prisoners. Her soldier units had been tasked by her to scan each one daily. Doing so herself was too painful, and she felt a coward for her aversion. It was always easier to ignore suffering than to risk ones self in ending it.
-
Lucy scowled. "How am I naïve? Because I think you should do something to help us?"
"Yes," Droid 0.748921 answered simply. She shook her head and offered her hands. "I am just one robot, Lucy Socket. I can not liberate your people." She dropped her pincher hands and added unhappily, "I can not even liberate myself."
"How do you know? Have you ever tried?" said Lucy pointedly.
Lucy lives in a robot-dominated world where everything is falling to pieces, even the people. Those who come down with the Rot are ground into biofuel for the dominate Droids, a race of sentient robots who believe organics inferior. When one day she wakes up with a finger missing, Lucy realizes the epidemic has finally caught up to her and escapes into the Wasteland. With the help of a roller skating robot, a living mannequin, and her cowardly goat, Lucy sets off on an adventure to find a cure for the Rot . . . and the Dominion of Droid.
Quotes:
One morning it rained bananas. Sometimes it just did that.
-
"Moo?" inquired Knoll. The little brindle goat was sitting on the couch, watching the angular television as Lucy drank down the last dregs of her cereal.
"That's the wrong sound and you know it," Lucy said wearily.
-
The Droids would then come along to arrest them, and they were never seen again. There was never a body, not even a funeral. People just vanished, and there were no graveyards in Surge City. The Droids let nothing go to waste, not even corpses.
-
"What the hell are you doing!" the ant's tiny voice shrilled before jibbering off into furious ant language.
-
Lucy stared at the woman in disbelief. "Forget it's happening? We should be doing something about this! Every time one of us falls apart, the robots use us for biofuel. They are eating us, and we all just go along with it!"
"What do you suppose we do?" said Mango, eyes hooded indifferently.
-
In all the time she had presided over Quadrant 5, Droid 0.748921 had made it a point to never look twice at the prisoners. Her soldier units had been tasked by her to scan each one daily. Doing so herself was too painful, and she felt a coward for her aversion. It was always easier to ignore suffering than to risk ones self in ending it.
-
Lucy scowled. "How am I naïve? Because I think you should do something to help us?"
"Yes," Droid 0.748921 answered simply. She shook her head and offered her hands. "I am just one robot, Lucy Socket. I can not liberate your people." She dropped her pincher hands and added unhappily, "I can not even liberate myself."
"How do you know? Have you ever tried?" said Lucy pointedly.
