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Chapters (48)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. ONE
  4. TWO
  5. THREE
  6. FOUR
  7. FIVE
  8. SIX
  9. SEVEN
  10. EIGHT
  11. NINE
  12. TEN
  13. ELEVEN
  14. TWELVE
  15. THIRTEEN
  16. FOURTEEN
  17. FIFTEEN
  18. SIXTEEN
  19. SEVENTEEN
  20. EIGHTEEN
  21. NINETEEN
  22. TWENTY
  23. TWENTY-ONE
  24. TWENTY-TWO
  25. TWENTY-THREE
  26. TWENTY-FOUR
  27. TWENTY-FIVE
  28. TWENTY-SIX
  29. TWENTY-SEVEN
  30. TWENTY-EIGHT
  31. TWENTY-NINE
  32. THIRTY
  33. THIRTY-ONE
  34. THIRTY-TWO
  35. THIRTY-THREE
  36. THIRTY-FOUR
  37. THIRTY-FIVE
  38. THIRTY-SIX
  39. THIRTY-SEVEN
  40. THIRTY-EIGHT
  41. THIRTY-NINE
  42. FORTY
  43. FORTY-ONE
  44. FORTY-TWO
  45. FORTY-THREE
  46. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  47. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  48. Copyright

I wouldn’t let it come to that. I forced my face into a steely resolve. Robo Mecha Dream Girl would never allow a corporation to call aliens to our solar system. I’d always dreamed of being Yumiko anyway. Until I found my own identity in this new world, maybe I could rely on hers.

In the bedroom, I found a bag on the bed with my name written on it. I opened it to find two T-shirts, underwear, a pair of jeans, shoes, socks, even a toothbrush. I didn’t know where it came from, but I dressed gratefully, combed my hair, brushed my teeth, and at last noticed what I’d somehow missed before: the smell of food wafting in from the other room.

I burst through the door to find Rune, Imani, and Reed attacking an assortment of dishes spread across the coffee table. They were all clean and dressed in new clothes. I lunged between Imani and Rune on the sofa, grabbed the nearest item, which happened to be a sticky pork bun, and shoved it into my mouth.

We hadn’t starved on the ship, but we’d survived on pressed bars of protein, emergency rations pilfered from Sanctuary. “Oh my God,” I said, collapsing over the back of the sofa. “Is this as good as it tastes, or am I just desperate for real food?”

“Both,” said Rune. “Get over here and try the clam chowder. And there’s an amazing fruit salad. Nina didn’t know what we liked, so she sent a bit of everything.”

“And everything means everything.” Reed grabbed a piece of cake and shoved it into his mouth with his bare hands. Rune uttered a cry of protest, and he grinned at her around smears of icing. “What? Who knows when we’ll eat like this again? I’m taking advantage of it while I can.”

“Take advantage of the forks.” Imani tossed one at him. He snatched it out of midair and made a show of scraping the icing off his face, licking the fork clean between each swipe.

I grabbed a plate and loaded it with anything in reach—except the stuffed mushrooms, obviously. Who ate fungus?—before Reed could make me lose my appetite. Nina might not be thrilled that Jasper had dragged us home like stray dogs, but she’d come through with an abundance of food. I no longer had any doubts about Jasper’s family. They could turn us in to Mars Mining for all I cared at this moment. “Where’s everyone else?” I mumbled.

“Cage said you took too long and went to use our shower,” Rune answered. I winced inwardly. Had I really spent twice as long in the shower as the other girls? But no one seemed too put out; Rune mentioned it in a casual tone and immediately moved on. “We haven’t seen Mia or Alexei in a while. And I assume Jasper’s still with his family.” She glanced at Imani and Reed. “What about you two? Do you have family you want to contact? I can rig the comms so you can’t be traced.”