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266 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 13, 2013
"I think my surrogate mother must have had some faulty genes or something. Maybe she was secretly reading banned literature while I was in utero. Listening to pirate radio. Dabbling in deviant art.
Would have had to have been secret; no way David and Warren would have chosen a less-than-perfect-model-Parallel citizen surrogate for their family. Conscious survival of the species and all that."
"I know, it’s wrong, and if Perpendicular couples lived freely, society would go to hell, there’d be chaos and unplanned babies; God wants Parallels to be parents because they choose the experience."
"Parallel relationships are clean, safe, sanctioned by the church, and you have to plan to have a child, you have to apply for a license, and any lust there might be is not going to produce some random baby. It’s progressive evolution, and all that stuff they teach you in school."
"It’s not just against the law, Andrea. It’s not natural, and it's a sin. I committed a sin. God knows about it. "
"I don’t know if you were paying attention in government class, but the person who runs the Anglicant church also becomes the leader of the U.S. Senate, and that’s fully half the functioning government. If the president is pro-Anglicant, the House of Representatives becomes irrelevant, and then…well, then,the Senate leader is pretty much running the country."
"I want to touch her again, to talk to her, dammit, dammit, why does it feel like I stuck my finger in an electrical outlet?"
"I went up to light a candle, and bumped into this person, and then I got these weird chills and hot stabs and just felt like...like I was going to pounce on him and lick him all over. But it wasn't a him. It was a her."
“What about love?”
“Love?” He snorts. “Well, you sound like what you are, a teenager. Love is great for ordinary people, Chris, but for people like us…it’s just not practical. You’re part of something larger than yourself. A church. A government. You’re my son, and if I can find you a place, you can be part of what makes this country great. We can be part of that. That means something.” I sit silently, fumbling with my seatbelt. He hits the steering wheel, which makes me jump. “I just wish you’d wake up and stop being so….”