Reboot

I think people immediately assumed I was yours so they stayed far away.' He met my eyes and smiled. 'I was. I am.' He leaned forward and brushed his lips to mine. 'Yours.

Do that thing where you look blank, like you have no feelings at all. I think that's just my face.

He turned to me. His expression was serious, but I liked how it softened slightly when he looked at me. Like the way he looked at me was different from how he looked at everyone else.

Are we going to do my leg next?" he asked. "Can I get some warning next time? A quick 'Hey I'm going to snap your bone with my bare hands right now. Brace yourself.

He had been willing to die because he refused to take a life. But me, I contemplated shooting everyone.

Want to dance?" He scooped me into his arms before I could reply. "We have music this time. And I don't have to punch you when we finish." "You don't have to. But if I step on your feet too many times you can feel free.

Humans had a brightness to them, a glow that only death extinguished.

I need you to be better," I said. "You're really not concerned about him eating me?" he asked, holding his arm out again. "It'll grow back in a minute." "That's totally not the point. I'm traumatized.

It was true that all Reboots were attractive, in a way. After death, when the virus took hold and the body Rebooted, the skin cleared, the body sharpened, the eyes glowed. It was like pretty with a hint of deranged. Although my hint was more like a generous serving.

Hey, nice landing!" Addie called, and I turned to see her standing next to her shuttle, grinning. I laughed and shrugged my shoulders. "They're all still alive!" "Sort of a low bar you set for yourself, huh?" Beth asked, playfully punching my shoulder as I helped her out of the shuttle.

Don’t make me punch you anymore, okay?” he whispered. I nodded, opening my eyes. “You have to punch other people, though.

Try not to scream when I break your bones. It bothers me. You can cry if you want; that's fine." He burst out laughing. I didn't realize that was a funny statement. "Got it," he said, trying unsuccessful to cover his grin. "Screaming, no. Crying, yes

Sex and love went together. Not here. The teenage hormones were still here, but the feelings were gone.

Thank you,” he said when he released me. “For coming with me. For not giving me shit about wanting to see my parents.” “I have most definitely given you shit.” “Then thank you for giving me minimal shit.

I stayed awake and kept watch. Plus you look all cute and nonlethal when you sleep.

Fine,” I said, holding my gun out. I didn’t need it anyway. With the way the guy was shaking, I could take his gun, break his neck, and dance on the body in two seconds flat.

Do that thing where you look blank, like you have no feelings at all.” “I think that’s just my face.

hadn’t been expecting a thank-you. I wasn’t even sure why I’d done it. I supposed he was my favorite HARC officer, but that was a bit like having a favorite vegetable. They were all pretty uninteresting.

A human would lie on the ground sobbing. A Reboot didn’t acknowledge pain.

I think people immediately assumed I was yours so they stayed far away.” He met my eyes and smiled. “I was. I am.” He leaned forward and brushed his lips to mine. “Yours.

Now I was only confused as to why a person would want to kiss anyone but Callum. When he lifted his head from mine I