not-so-far-in-the-future world of sprawling, flood-prone city-states and industrially-prepared
foodstuff, Rennard, a jaded Adjunct Investigator and reluctant Mine Wars
hero, gets summarily yanked upstairs because of a unique talent. It seems
he can infallibly spot Origines, sub-human replants, and dispatch them with
a dispassionate ferocity that stems from deep contempt.
When he is
paired off with Prime Investigator Clair, a petite, intelligent female
partner who outstrips him in more than rank, and is introduced through her
to a wider world of gourmet dining and forgotten forms of music, he finds
himself bumbling along distractedly in an investigation that seems to lead
straight back to his superior and the two most powerful brothers on the
continent. Someone has been
altering official records to hide the replantation of the general
population, and every time Rennard and Clair get too close to finding
answers, their suspects die abruptly.
investigation leads them winding around the towering blocks of the Eastern
Federation, flying to the diked lowlands of the Southern Peninsula, and
blasting off-Earth to a posh faux-tropical resort on the Moon, but in the
end, Rennard discovers that the one person he would never suspect is guilty of every crime.
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“Tell me a story
about robots, Grandpa!”
It was bedtime,
and in the absence of the boy’s parents, the old man reluctantly played
their role, which he well knew included a fanciful tale of some sort to
predispose the child to slumber.