Force Down the Night

I don’t know why Absalom keeps me. I’m not any good at gene charting or chromosomal manipulation. My hands shake whenever I’m in the Fetal Growth Room. I can’t even walk past the CC Surgery Center without feeling panicky and nauseous. There are too many buttons in this place-too many ways to end a life. And it scares me. Galaxy, a skinny fifteen-year-old girl with long white hair, doesn’t know why Absalom spoils her so much. Especially since she’s just an undersized CC-a member of the Commodity Class-a class of expendable slaves. Absalom owns Absalom Industries, including AI Tower, the most iconic structure of post-apocalyptic Washington D.C. As a mass producer of CCs, Absalom can have any personal CC he wants-a super smart Wit, a powerful Warrior, or even a sexy Pristine. Instead he chose Galaxy, one of the Naturals-a sickly, petite girl who prefers to nap in the sun instead of attend class. When Galaxy discovers that Absalom is dying, she realizes her days of privilege are at an end. A new executive order will cut the CC population down by a third. Galaxy and her best friend, Needle, will be among those sent to the incineration chamber. Now Galaxy has a choice to make. Use what’s left of her privilege to secure safety for herself and Needle… or join the doomed CC rebellion.