“Do you really believe that shit you’re saying?” he asked. “Do you believe in some better place?”
I didn’t. I shook my head. Not reflexively. But wilfully.
“There is no evidence of a better place. I was just programmed to say that”


The end of the world is tough even for humanity destroying, flamethrower-wielding, b*tch of a robot. This is a well-written tale about robots searching for the meaning of existence in a post-apocalyptic world of their own making.


“People gave us a purpose. Something to do all day, every day. At the end, I suppose, you spend a lot of time thinking about that. It's harder to get by when getting by is all there is.”


There are some fantastic deeply flawed but believable characters in this one. I mean I really shouldn’t have been rooting for a robot that had slaughtered human children but I was.

Recommended to anyone who likes dark gritty tales.