Mutation (Remnants, 5)
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Caught in the bowels of their strange new world, Mo' Steel and Billy Weir encounter a lost Remnant, Kubric DiSalvo. But Kubric has been horribly changed. The ship has transformed him, replacing his skin with a transparent plastic coating. Scared and awed by the ship's vicious power, the group tries to rejoin their friends.
But the other Remnants are in danger, too, in another stratum of the ship. Yago and Jobs are stuck in a computer-generated sea battle, and can't agree on any kind of strategy. Cannons are blasting and pieces of the ship splinter all around them.
Mo' Steel's group does reach the others, but not in time to help...until Billy mysteriously communicates with the ship's powerful core. But will his strange past help him to understand-or even control-the ship in time?
was the closest thing he had left to a friend. Who did he have to turn to now? CHAPTER 8 "NOBODY ASKED HER TO GET ALL HEROIC . . ." The hammock was a joke. It was made of some sort of itchy rope tied into knots that bit into Yago's back. He thought with longing of his bedroom suite back in the White House. Almost a thousand square feet all to himself, including a huge bed with a down mattress cover. Heaven. Pampering appropriate for the president's son. Of course, his efforts to sleep weren't
Ivy League material, get it? So don't keep coming to me with your questions." "Whoa — relax," Mo'Steel said. "I'm more a man of action myself." Kubrick got the horrible feeling he was going to cry, and it ticked him off. He was mad — at his father, and at himself for turning into freaky see-through boy. It was stupid, but he'd actually been looking forward to leaving bad old Earth behind and starting over in the New World. It seemed like the solution to all of his problems. But things weren't
high-pitched scream. Edward and Anamull came down the ladder, half falling in their eagerness. "We set the flag." Great. It didn't seem to be doing much good. Couldn't think. No time. The cannons wouldn't be ready to fire for ten, twenty minutes. Maybe longer So they couldn't fight. Without sails, they couldn't even run away. Noise. Smoke. People shouting. Couldn't think. Tamara! She was the only weapon they had."Get me Tamara!" Yago yelled."Go!" Tate took off, heading toward the bow. Incoming
Mo'Steel watchful and Kubrick breathing heavily. "We have to do this?" Mo'Steel asked. Kubrick's dead-feeling hands twitched on his thighs. Mo'Steel bent his knees slightly, rolled his head, met Kubrick's angry gaze. He wasn't afraid. Kubrick could see that in his expression. It heated his anger Wham! Kubrick brought up his fist and connected with Mo'Steel's jaw. A weight lifted. Kubrick's father didn't react. He was down on his hands and knees, staring at his navel. Kubrick caught flashes of
her to McDonald's, or a place like it, to eat dinner at nine P.M. This was supposed to be their "family time" — the twenty minutes her mother spent with Violet and her father after working a fourteen-hour day and before rushing home to answer her link messages and e-mail. Violet's mother had spent her whole life working. She'd spent her whole life making money and impressing people with her work ethic. She'd probably imagined the New York Times would print an obituary when she died. Maybe there'd