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Murderbot wasn’t programmed to care. So, its decision to help the only human who ever showed it respect must be a system glitch, right? Having traveled the width of the galaxy to unearth details of its own murderous transgressions, as well as those of the GrayCris Corporation, Murderbot is heading home to help Dr. Mensah—its former owner (protector? friend?)—submit evidence that could prevent GrayCris from destroying more colonists in its never-ending quest for profit. But who’s going to believe a SecUnit gone rogue? And what will become of it when it’s caught?

Schon immer treibt den Menschen die Frage um, wie wohl die zukünftige Welt aussehen wird. Technologien, die heute noch Zukunftsmusik sind, bestimmen in ein paar Jahrzehnten vielleicht unseren Alltag. Erfindungen, die gegenwärtig undenkbar erscheinen, ermöglichen in der Welt von morgen vielleicht das heute für unmöglich Gehaltene. Von der Beeinflussung des Wetters über das Wunder der Atomkraft , der guten alten Zeitreise, bis zur Hoffnung auf Unsterblichkeit: Das Ausspinnen der Welt von morgen spiegelt immer die Wünsche, aber auch die Ängste der Menschen im Hier und Jetzt.

Ursis nodded soberly out the Hyperscreens toward the merchant ships, then turned to Brim. "Out there, Wilf Ansor," he brooded, "are real heroes of war. To fight from behind disruptors of warship is something anyone can do. One can always count on lucky shooting to save him from disaster, or heavy armor plate at least. But to face enemy with only black void and thin sheet of hullmetal separating you from disruptors, and then stay in formation, that is kind of bravery we Sodeskayans record in Great Books."

In a future of near-instantaneous global travel, of abundant provision for the needs of all, a future in which no one living can remember an actual war, a long era of stability threatens to come to an abrupt end. For known only to a few, the leaders of the great Hives, nations without fixed location, have long conspired to keep the world stable, at the cost of just a little blood. A few secret murders, mathematically planned. So that no faction can ever dominate, and the balance holds. And yet the balance is beginning to give way.