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198 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 25, 2024
"They were born to walk among the evilness of the Universe in search of the good that is out there."
"...That is why we seek, with such fervor, love in all that we do: for we are, in actuality, influenced by an inner Soul in its everlasting pursuit of its eternal mate.”"
"They dropped their blankets, their pillows, their chairs, their cardboard boxes. They pushed over their freshly constructed forts and sprinted to the back of the class, to their assigned bunkers. These bunkers looked like lockers, only large enough for a tiny child to squeeze inside."
"All around the class, groups of 5 had been turned into groups of 4, 3, 2, or even 1. A substitute teacher was needed to cover for the rest of the day. And the seat to Jasper’s left was now empty of his best friend. “I am sorry for the disturbance,” said the omnipresent voice over the speaker once all had been settled. “But our school day is now clear to resume.”"
"Death isn’t easy, but humor makes it easier—that, and Death Coordinators."
"“It matters not who the man is—whether he be a blood relative, a rapist, a liberal, an atheist, a retard, or all of the above—if he is an American citizen, then it is his right to choose what becomes of his unborn child; the woman he impregnates is simply the carrier of his property, not the owner or decider of what happens to it.”"
"Onward they moved, on to the next student, where again the officer dumped out everything within their backpack: a loose pencil, a notebook, a pocketknife, a sandwich in a plastic bag, a handheld video game console, and even a handgun. The officers crowded around the table again. One lifted the gun and found it to be loaded. He rolled the bullets around in his hand before slotting them back inside the gun, then placed it back among the items. Another officer picked up the pocketknife and ejected each of the tools—several of them seemed to have been freshly sharpened. One of them even cut the officer as he fiddled around with it. Then: “Clear,” said one of the officers."
"They simply continued their recordings of the man until he disappeared around the corner. Then they opened their favorite social media app—Facebook, Twitter, TikTok, Instagram—and posted their video for the world to see. Then they set their phones down and forgot all about Anna Lee, their attention instead drawn back to their ice cream cones or their espresso martinis or their plates of spaghetti or the work on their desks—though they did remember the incident momentarily each time their phones lit up with another like or comment or share. And at the shiny notification that lit their faces blue, they smiled."
"“We’re sorry, William,” said the first. “This is a business after all. The good of the stockholder comes first. That’s just how it goes.”"