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It's kind of all of these things, I suppose, all jumbled into a plot without purpose or direction, that is. During the first part of the novel we meet characters who mention they were injected with something and trained by their parents for… the current war I'm guessing. This war which is lead by teenagers in small groups doing terrorist-like attacks all over the country. That is basically all we get as far as world building.

We don't learn why they were given these power nor who's behind it all, and in turn, we don't know the purpose of this war. Additionally, we only get a brief account of the war itself, mostly what has been targeted. We don't know how it started, nor society's reaction to it.

We strictly concentrate on these character's lives and present thoughts which gives us a very narrow view of everything. It's also frustrating because this book is told through several perspectives, one of them being one of the terrorists, yet we don't get any significant details, still. The book did have great potential and maybe the series as a whole will be better. As for this book being realistic, however, it was definitely not. Are you stupid?

He grabbed my wrist and shared a look with Jane. I asked again. The watch, Jane said, her voice hollow and small. You led them right here, he said angrily. I stared at the beat-up watch, thinking back to when Becky had clamped it on my wrist the first day Id arrived. I thought they just opened the doors. They track you, he snapped.

We dont know that, Jane said quietly. She was talking to him, not me. Weve always assumed that, but we dont know it for sure.

Of course it tracks you, he said. So cut it off, I said.

I couldnt believe Id been so stupid. Its too late. I looked back at him, suddenly hopeful. Maybe Janes right. Maybe it doesnt track you. We were in the woods all night, but were probably only a mile or two from the wall. If they knew where we were they would have found us in minutes.

He stared at me and then at Jane. It felt like forever. We didnt have time to argue. Mouse was herding the cows five of thempast us. The four-wheelers could be here any minute. I tapped my watch, pleading with him. Well cut them off, and then when they come looking for us you can say that we stopped here and kept going.

He lit a match on his pants and held it to the blade of the box cutter. Tell me why we should put our necks on the line for you. I stammered for a moment, not sure what to say. Id just made dozens of others risk their lives, stupidly, and theyd all suffered for it. But if these people didnt help us, then Becky would die.

I took a breath. Youre trapped here, I said.

Of course. What keeps you here? Theres no fence, no walls. You all have a tracker like this? If you leave the town theyll chase you? The guy ran his hand over his shaved head and looked out into the woods. So what? So whatever it is, Becky and I dont have it, I said. Cut off my watch, and I can help you escape. You can help us by leaving, now. Mouse rejoined us, a heavy pair of gardening clippers in her hand.

Here, she said, taking my wrist. The guy held my hand steady. Mouse slid one end of the clippers under the metal watchband and then sliced through. It fell silently into the snow at my feet. She then crouched beside Becky and cut through her necklace gently. Becky never stirred. I picked up both the tracking devices. If you help Becky, Ill work on finding a way out. He didnt move, just stood his ground. I could understand everything he was feelingthe paranoia, the angerbut I couldnt back down.

Shes human, Jane said, breaking the silence. Shed pulled back the bandage around Beckys upper arm enough to examine the gaping wound. I couldnt see it from where.

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I stood, but I knew Jane was inspecting Beckys bone and muscle. The guy looked down for a moment, watching Jane, and then finally crouched beside her.

I wanted to say something, but it all sounded too argumentative in my head. I needed their help, so I needed to shut up. Mouse bent beside him. Where will we put them? He stared at Beckys wound for several seconds, deep in thought. Finally, he stood back up and grabbed my wrist. Dont move, he said, his face unchanged.

He held the box cutter to my forearm, where the bone was closest to the skin. This is going to hurt. Mouse and the guy walked straight down the dirt road, which was visible through the snow only because of the deep ruts now frozen in the mud. Jane and I followed behind, Becky again in my arms.

Maybe I was filled with adrenaline, but she felt lighter. We passed farm buildings, chicken coops, rabbit hutches, and a few sheds before getting into the heart of the complex, where there were five green rectangular wooden buildings that reminded me of too many war moviesthey looked like barracks for POWs. Past them were two squat cement buildings, both of. The larger of the cement structures had a sign on its plain steel door that read, maxfield commissary.

The other, which had a row of narrow windows running along the top of each wall, read, washroom. Steam was trickling out through a broken pane of glass. Whats a commissary? I whispered. Jane paused, only for a moment, her eyes darting nervously from door to door.

Its an old word for cafeteria. Everything here is old. As she moved in front of me, all I could think of was that night, only weeks ago, when the beaten and broken android of Jane had stumbled away from me and Id learned the truth about her.

The truth. The concept seemed impossible now. What was the truth, and how would I ever know? Id thought she and I had something. And then she was dead. But she wasnt deadshed never existed at all. Id been friends with a computer program. Id kissed a machine. But now she was real. I didnt understand it at all. The door of the washroom opened, and two girls appeared. They stopped instantly, and one reached for the door frame for support.

I knew them bothShelly and Tapti. Taptia Variant, like mehad revealed herself as a robot last night. Shelly was in the Society, and I thought Id seen her fighting on our side last night. The girls stared at us, gaping. I didnt know what to do. Its okay, the guy said to them, his voice hushed as we walked past.

Keep it quiet. Well have a meeting later. Tapti was one of them, I whispered to Jane once we had moved past the washroom. I stammered for a moment. Like me, she said, her eyes on the road. I nodded, uncomfortable.

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But I dont think Shelly was. She wasnt fighting against us last night. They went one at a time. Her voice sounded pained.

As they were needed. What does that mean? The Shelly you knew was a robot. She just hadnt popped yet. The guy shot back an angry look. We were being too loud. Jane stood closer to me, her voice barely a whisper. Most of the robots popped at the fence. Whats popped? Its when the link between us and the robot is broken, and someone else takes control. I nodded slowly. Id seen it happenthe blank look on Masons face when he attacked Becky, and when Carrie shot Oakland.

They suddenly werent themselves anymore. In my arms, I could feel Beckys muscles tense and then relax again. It wasnt much, but I took it as a promising sign. She wasnt completely gone. Where are we going? I asked. The road was dipping down into a dense row of trees. Its safer on the other side of the stream, she said. Warmer, too. I bent my neck, my head touching Beckys. She didnt respond. The trees were hiding a small creek, maybe fifteen feet wide, and shallow.

There was no bridge, just a ford, and the water wasnt entirely frozen over. Jane ran across it easily, hopping from stone to stone like it was second nature. Carrying Becky, I didnt dare attempt balancing on the slippery rocks, and stepped through the icy water. It was only a few inches deepjust enough to seep into my shoesbut it sent shivers up my legs. Jane paused at the edge of the trees and I caught up with her.

Mouse and the guy were twenty yards ahead of us, continuing up the dirt road. There it is, she said. Where it all started.

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Breathing heavily, I stared at a large adobe building that stood in a clearing. It was only one story, but probably a hundred feet or more on each sidefrom where I was, it appeared to be a square. At each corner was a squat tower, two of which were crumpled and broken. The one door was enormous, made of wood and iron. Other than the door, the only break in the thick brown walls were tiny window slits. They couldnt have been more than four or five inches wide.

They had no glass, but a single iron bar ran up the center of each. Id seen this building a dozen timesor buildings like itin every John Wayne Western. Fort Maxfield, Jane said. Youll be safe here. We crossed the field of snow to the door, where Mouse and the guy stood.

As we approached, I could tell this wasnt a replica of an Old West fortthis thing really was old. In many places the smooth stucco surface had flaked off, revealing the rough brown interior of the mud walls. Even the massive door seemed to be falling apart, and I could see some obviously recent repairs: A wreath of flowers, long since dead, hung just above eye level. This place wasnt anything like Id hoped it would be. It wasnt safe; it wasnt welcoming.

The door almost immediately clanked and then swung open, revealing another guytall and skinny, his thick black hair dreadlocked. Everybody check out, Birdman? The guy with the shaved head nodded. Theyre good. Take them to the Basement. The dreadlocked guy looked at me and smiled enthusiastically.

Im Harvard. Need a hand? I nodded, exhausted, and he scooped Becky out of my arms. I followed him along a rough wooden walkway. The fort had a large open courtyard in the middlenow covered in a blanket of untouched snow. It looked like each of the four sides was lined with rooms, like a motel.

The farther we walked, the older the fort seemed. The adobe walls were crumbling and broken, and the wooden planks under our feet were cracked; about every fifth one was missing entirely. Harvard walked with careless expertisestepping back and forth, left to right, avoiding weak boards without giving them a second thought.

I copied his path, but even so I could feel the wood bowing under my weight. As we continued around to the far side of the fort, I saw faces peering out of cracks in the centuries-old doors.

I looked for others I knew, like Mouse and Jane, but couldnt really get a good look at anyone. Do they watch you guys? Harvard shook his head. They used to try, but we keep a pretty good eye on it. We have people whose job it is to watch for cameras.

We cant do much about the animals in the campyou know about those? Yeah, I said, even though wed figured it out only the. Raccoons and deer and that kind of thing. Right, Harvard said. The good news is we can keep them out of the fort. So far, weve never found a bird with a camera in it. He stopped and nodded toward a room. Can you get that? I opened the doorthe antique brass knob like iceand held it for Harvard. Becky looked asleep in his arms, her face calm, mouth slightly open.

I could hear her raspy breaths as we entered a quiet, dark room. Hang on, a voice said, and I turned to see Jane catching up with us.

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She gave me an awkward smile and then hurried past. Coming in from the white of the snoweven in the early morningmade it hard to adjust to the darkness, but after a moment Jane lit a lantern and the room filled with warm yellow light. It was smaller than the dorms back at the school. The only furniture was a bednarrow and low, like a cotand a small wooden table and chair.

A cardboard box at the foot of the bed was filled with folded clothes, and cans of food were stacked in the corner, under the narrow slit of a window. The walls were covered with drawings of all sizes, some on paper, others on large pieces of cloth. Some of the pictures were of the townthe fort, the barn, the streambut others I knew well: There were three pictures of Curtis, the leader of the Vs.

He was still at the school, and I knew he was human. Before I could ask about him, Birdman and Mouse joined us, stepping inside and closing the door. Were taking a big risk, Birdman said, looking at me out of the corner of his eye as he passed by. He shoved the bed to the other side of the room and climbed up onto it.

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Not everyone in this town gets to live in the fort, but I want to keep an eye on you. Nothing you see or hear leaves this room, okay? Even here there were secrets.

That didnt surprise me. Birdman lifted a large cloth picturea muraland I saw him prying something off the wall. There arent many places to hide things, Harvard said, grinning as he watched Birdman. But last year we figured one out. This adobe is thick. Most of the walls are more than a foot deep, but because theres a big fireplace on the other side of this one, its more than four feet of solid adobe.

It took us months, but we hollowed out the top part of the wall. Birdman pulled a square panel loose and then slipped it into the hole it had been covering. He glanced down at me. Its not perfect. If they look under the picture it wont be hard to find.

I forced a laugh.

The Shawshank Redemption. He nodded.

Except this hole doesnt get you anywhere. He motioned to me, still scowling, but some of the harshness was gone from his eyes. Youd better get up there first so we can hand her to you. The hole was high enough on the wall that even standing on the bed I could only just see inside. With one foot on the rickety bed frame, I clambered up into the Basement. It was more like a cave than a room.

The walls were all bare adobedry, uneven mudand theyd laid down a few broken wood planks to serve as the floor. It was narrow, probably less than four feet wide, but almost the full length of the room below.

The ceiling was low enough that I had to crouch to fit. At each end a tiny slit of light shone in. You call this the Basement? Jane handed me a stack of blankets, and Harvard spoke.

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