Alone
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Welcome to Eden, the city of Robots! A perfect utopia for all those who are not alive. Gorge yourself on as much oil or human food (your choice) as you can handle at the Pit Stop. Trying to find other humans? I'm afraid you won't succeed, since they were banned and wiped out over 200 years ago. Gotta warn you though, if you go looking for them, asking questions, or turn out to be one of them, we have to take you in to the Mayor. He doesn't like people sticking their noses where they don't belong. After that, I have no idea what might happen to you. But, if you obey our rules and are 100% not alive, you should get along pretty well here! Unless you're actually a human... Are you? (I came up with the idea for this book when I was standing in the dark one night, and the movie Robots suddenly came to mind even though I had never seen it. I envisioned the robots as evil and wondered whatever happened to the humans that lived there. Were they turned to robots, pushed away when they asked for solitude, or exterminated without others knowing? I then thought of what might happen if a human suddenly showed up with no memories, Maze Runner style. And therefore, Alone was born.)
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In the beginning, there was death. The darkness flows from hues of purple and orange, the moon rising to kiss the sun's rays one last time as the darkest cloud of night I've ever seen falls over our tiny haven. I catch Will's face from the side of my vision and my heart tightens slightly. The tick of his jaw wouldn't be noticeable for anyone but me. His best friend, his lifeline. A solemn tear forms in my eye as he wipes his face, another tear falling for the family he lost. I love him. Utterly and desperately so, but, there's nothing I can do about that. The ultimate forbidden fruit, if you will. I reach to comfort him and he doesn't respond. I open my mouth to speak and he looks my way, but the gleam in his dark brown eyes hits the moonlight just right and I fall. My voice escapes my throat and I can't do it. I've tried for years to tell him. 10 years, actually. All this time, I hopelessly remained devoted to a ghost who had given the best of himself to a fiery red-head with a sassy personality and the body of a supermodel. For 10 years, I held to the desperate thought that maybe, just maybe, he'd be someone I could count on. Instead, I watched him marry my best friend, smiled as they welcomed their son. Stood, holding that beautiful boy as his mother was in the first round of executions after the beginning of the Revelation. Helped heal Will's wounds in the aftermath. Cried, clutching the tear-stained shirt of my best friend as his son took his last staggering breath in that first harsh winter. The guilt of my emotions crawl through me. My heart twisting in regret, guilt, desperation, and grief. I loved my best friend. She was so much more than that; she was my family. In this dystopian quick read, join a group of people desperate to recapture their freedom and end a tyrant's reign.

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