Going Zero: A Novel

If she hadn’t done all that, Fusion would’ve concentrated more resources on archive photos, probably discovered this cute little switcheroo days earlier.

do you ensure you have control? By being excellent, by rising to a position of command, whereupon you are in a position to order the world as you see fit. He believes winning—and he is surely a winner—is just the by-product of truly knowing yourself and harvesting your special gifts, those acuities, those tiny grains of genius that everybody posses

sepulcher,

proprioception

Sam, while still sick with fear, is aware that there’s something new in her as well: feels high from a certain piquancy that perhaps only comes when you know someone wants to take your life. Every moment is just that little bit more precious now that your life may be far more finite than you ever imagined.

glissando

Thus, with each passing day, each slipping hour, he grows in confidence. Sure of his concealment, it’s just a waiting game. He’s basically won already.

the unseen shift by the state from monitoring to control, the last chapter of the long tale of democracy, free will deformed into willing compliance.

If anything went wrong I was to leave a classified ad in the Washington Post—physical paper, mind you—addressed to Lonely Girl. But nothing went wrong, so I never had to leave an emergency SOS. Now, are you people sure you don’t want any soup? It’s pea and ham. My mother’s recipe. She’s dead. We didn’t get along, but what can you do? The bitch coul