It isn’t that my parents don’t love me, since I’m sure they do, but they’ve never wanted me. That painting, hanging above the dresser, used to terrify me and keep me up at night as a child, but now I just find it bizarre.īlack jeans and a red hoodie will do-my standard uniform.Īll these years spent in this house-all of my years, period-and I still feel like a guest. I spare a moment to read the words scrawled below him. A gilded, bloody Jesus, who more closely resembles an oatsy, white, folk-music artist from the sixties, stares up toward the ceiling in a cry of perpetual agony. It’s one of the many chintzy Catholic relics strewn about a room that isn’t mine to redecorate. Mary, Mother of God, watches from her plastic perch above my dresser as I open it and get dressed for the day. The floorboards creak beneath my feet, the sound of another morning getting underway. I throw off my covers and step onto the thin brownish green carpet. I can still feel the loss, like an explosion within me. I’m scrambling around the edge of one of those craters now. Such is the way of dreams: enveloping your entire being through the most vulnerable parts of your unconsciousness, but attempt to illuminate the shadowy transpirings and even the most significant plot points become shapeless craters where mountains once stood.
The more I try to recollect it all, the more it pours right out of me. For a few moments I lie in bed, stare up at the ceiling, and try to grasp at the last remaining fragments. In his debut, recording artist Simon Curtis has written a fast-paced, high-stakes novel that explores humanity, the ultimate power of empathy, and the greatest battle of all: love vs. Now Isaak must decide whether to hold on to his humanity and face possible death…or to embrace his true nature in order to survive, at the risk of becoming the weapon he was made to be. But with a deadly military force tasked to find him at any cost, his odds are less than favorable. To be protected by the Underground, Isaak will have to make it there first. He and the Robots can only find asylum with the Underground-a secret network of Robots and humans working together to ensure a coexistent future. Isaak is a Robot: a government-made synthetic human, produced as a weapon and now hunted, marked for termination. His adoptive parents were killed, a mysterious girl saved him from a team of soldiers, and he learned of his own dark and destructive origin.Īn origin he doesn’t want to believe, but one he cannot deny. In a single night, Isaak’s life changed forever. There once was a boy who was made, not created. Seventeen-year-old Isaak discovers the truth about his origin and the underground forces that must come together to fight against a secret government organization formed to eradicate those like him in this high-octane science fiction debut.
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