Mark Calder used to pull people out of burning buildings for a living. Now he’s a ghost in a chrome body, ten thousand light-years from New Orleans, about to address a hundred and forty-seven thousand human combat frames and ask them to kindly commit treason against the most powerful empire in the galaxy.
No pressure.
The Veylorian Republic built the perfect soldier: obedient, expendable, memory-wiped at the end of each tour. What they forgot to account for was one sardonic paramedic with a tactical AI who edits his speeches in real time, a rebel admiral with the emotional warmth of a marble statue, and the small but significant fact that manufactured soldiers, when you show them proof they were manufactured, tend to take it personally.
Very, very personally.
We Were Kings is the story of the day humanity stopped being inventory. It’s loud, it’s chrome-plated, and it ends with one hundred and forty-seven thousand people saying the same two words at once.
No more.
Pick up your copy today and join the revolution!
Genre: Science Fiction
No pressure.
The Veylorian Republic built the perfect soldier: obedient, expendable, memory-wiped at the end of each tour. What they forgot to account for was one sardonic paramedic with a tactical AI who edits his speeches in real time, a rebel admiral with the emotional warmth of a marble statue, and the small but significant fact that manufactured soldiers, when you show them proof they were manufactured, tend to take it personally.
Very, very personally.
We Were Kings is the story of the day humanity stopped being inventory. It’s loud, it’s chrome-plated, and it ends with one hundred and forty-seven thousand people saying the same two words at once.
No more.
Pick up your copy today and join the revolution!
Genre: Science Fiction
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