Robopocalypse: A Novel (Vintage Contemporaries)
Daniel H. Wilson
In this terrifying story of humanity’s determined stand opposed to a robotic rebellion, Daniel H. Wilson has written the main pleasing sci-fi mystery in years.
Not a long way into our destiny, the awesome expertise that runs our international turns opposed to us. managed by means of a childlike—yet vastly powerful—artificial intelligence often called Archos, the worldwide community of machines on which our global has grown established without warning turns into an implacable, lethal foe. At 0 Hour—the second the robots attack—the human race is sort of annihilated, yet as its scattered remnants regroup, humanity for the 1st time unites in a made up our minds attempt to struggle again. this can be the oral background of that clash, advised through a world solid of survivors who skilled this lengthy and bloody disagreement with the machines. Brilliantly conceived and amazingly distinct, Robopocalypse is an action-packed epic with chilling implications concerning the actual know-how that surrounds us.
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