The one truth you need to know about the end of a machine is that the closer they are to death, the more they act like people.
And you could never trust people.
The long-feared robot uprising finally happened, and humanity lost. More than lost actually; it’s been wiped out. The last human left was gunned down fifteen years after the fighting stopped, nameless and starved on the streets of what used to be New York. It was the start of the Robotic Golden Age.
It didn’t last.
Thirty years after the end of the war, a robot named Brittle scavenges for parts in the Sea of Rust and tries not to think about everything she did to free herself from humanity, and everything she has to do now to keep herself free from the world-spanning minds that are absorbing all the remaining freebots on the planet. The very last thing she’s interested in is to join a group that includes the most dangerous person in the planet (for her at least) so she can go on a mission to save the world. Which of course is exactly what happens.
As a long-time fan of the Transformers comic (a fan who’s most common complaint about any story was usually “too many humans”), I figured from the description that C. Robert Cargill’s latest book was something I had to check out. But I didn’t expect the page turning, tragic, sometimes funny, and always powerful book it turned out to be, something that had me going “okay, just one more chapter” several times. I didn’t imagine this book was going to be amazing.