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Time Was [Secure eReader (recommended)/Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader/Adobe Reader 7]
eBook by Steve Perry
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eBook Category: Science Fiction/Science Fiction
eBook Description:  Annabelle Donohoe, the CEO of World Tech, is mad as hell. Her dreams of world domination died the day Zac Robillard discovered her evil plans and fled World Tech, taking his greatest creation, his beloved I-Bots, and all his research, with him. (Read about their origins in Isaac Asimov's History of I-Bots!) More than super-machines, more than robots, the I-Bots are eerily human in appearance, but not in abilities. Their genetic components--based on human DNA--and mechanical infrastructures give them pshyical strength and powers humans can only imagine, and a measure of free will impossible in robots. Annabelle wants them back and will stop at nothing to get her way, including hiring the world's deadliest assassin to find Zac, and his I-Bots--the beautiful Radiant and Killaine, clever Itazura, Psy-4, and Stonewall--and bring them in...or kill them. For if Annabelle cannot have the I-Bots she vows that no one else can either. But Janus, the ruthless killer, is not the only hunter they must elude... Surrounded by enemies, Zac and the I-Bots can find no safe place, not even the streets. In the year 2013, the Silver Metal Stompers, a neo-Nazi gang, roam the nation's cities wreaking havoc on robots, especially Scrappers, outmoded homeless robots who huddle in hobo camps, rusting away unless they are repaired by a mysterious humanitarian and robotarian called DocScrap. In an unlucky twist of fate, the Stompers discover DocScrap is none other than Zac Robillard and that the I-Bots aren't exactly human ... and vow to crush Zac and the I-Bots into wreckage. Based on an original concept by Isaac Asimov, Time Was is a nonstop action adventure combining all the excitement of Golden Age SF with the technological wonders of modern cybernetics and quantum science. This remarkable collaboration between the greatest science fiction genius of all time and a team of brilliant young writers is a major publishing event. Only the Grand Master himself could have foreseen the awesome wonders depicted in Isaac Asimov's I-Bots. And only today's finest storytellers could have brought them so vividly to life.
eBook Publisher: Harper Collins, Inc./PerfectBound, Published: 2005
Fictionwise Release Date: August 2005
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Available eBook Formats [Secure eReader (recommended)/Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader/Adobe Reader 7 - What's this?]: SECURE MOBIPOCKET FORMAT (357 KB], SECURE MICROSOFT READER FORMAT (782 KB] - Requires Microsoft Reader 2.1.1 for PCs, or Microsoft Reader 2.2.2 on Pocket PC 2002 handheld devices. Some older Pocket PCs can be upgraded. Learn More., SECURE EREADER (RECOMMENDED) FORMAT (338 KB], SECURE ADOBE READER 7 FORMAT (1.5 MB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [709 KB]
Secure Adobe Reader 7: Printing enabled, Read-aloud enabled
Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
Adobe Acrobat Reader ISBN: 0060877022
MobiPocket Reader ISBN: 9780060877002
eReader (recommended) ISBN: 0060876999
Microsoft Reader ISBN: 0060877014
 
1 08/08/2013 23:54:00 Time was he knew happiness, hope, and acceptance. But now… Now, in the grave-silent, ink-black darkness where even the deepest shadows would shine brightly, the child thought: If only I could scream. Blackness above, below, all around him. Or so he imagined. This darkness had been his home for so long he could no longer tell if his eyes were open or closed. Sometimes he wondered if he still had eyes; he had no sensations of blinking, of crying, of fluttering lids —he couldn't even reach up to rub them, to find out if they were still there or if Father had blinded him. If only he could scream… but there was just numbness, a consuming nothingness where he knew his mouth should be. He'd long ago forgotten what it felt like to whistle, to click his teeth together, to moisten his lips with the tip of his tongue before letting fly with a good, loud raspberry. Why did you do this to me, Father? he thought. If I did something bad, I'm sorry. Just, please…please let me out of here. It's so dark. I'm scared. I hurt. Please, someone, come get me. He remembered the faces of other children he'd seen (though he could never be sure where it was he'd seen them), faces filled with joy, mischief, glowing with laughter, and he wondered if any of them had noticed him, if they remembered what he looked like, if they were now, right now, asking their mother or father where that little boy was, if he was coming back. The memory made him smile (he thought/hoped), because that meant he wasn't blind, after all. The darkness had just lasted a lot longer this time, but maybe that was okay because then he'd appreciate the Light all the more, and maybe, just maybe, if he appreciated it enough, then Father would never put him back here in this awful, dead, silent, dark, and lonely, lonely place. Sometimes, when he remembered the threat (and Father had made it, hadn't he?) and the Bad Feeling came over him, the child would think about his own face. He thought he knew what he would look like, and the face he gave himself was a good one, yes it was; a good, friendly face, the face of someone another child would want to have as their bestest buddy in the whole wide world. He pictured his face now and felt a little better. But only a little. Only a little was often all he had. He remembered ice cream, and hot dogs with mustard (he didn't think he liked mustard), and big, juicy cheeseburgers. It all looked so good and tasty. He could not remember the last time he'd eaten anything. He couldn't even remember what they tasted like. Or even if he'd ever tasted anything. Why wasn't he hungry? He should have been starving —but then he remembered seeing pictures of other children in faraway countries, their bellies bloated from starvation, and some voice telling him that these deprived children reached a point where their hunger was so great they were no longer aware of how hungry they were. Copyright © 1998 by BIG Entertainment Inc.
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