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“Fresh, compelling—and timely.” —Veronica Roth, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Carve the Mark and the Divergent series
“Vividly conjured...positively chilling.” —The New York Times
Set in a near-future Taipei plagued by pollution, a group of teens risk everything to save their city in this thrilling novel from critically acclaimed author Cindy Pon.
Jason Zhou survives in a divided society where the elite use their wealth to buy longer lives. The rich wear special suits, protecting them from the pollution and viruses that plague the city, while those without suffer illness and early deaths. Frustrated by his city’s corruption and still grieving the loss of his mother who died as a result of it, Zhou is determined to change things, no matter the cost.
With the help of his friends, Zhou infiltrates the lives of the wealthy in hopes of destroying the international Jin Corporation from within. Jin Corp not only manufactures the special suits the rich rely on, but they may also be manufacturing the pollution that makes them necessary.
Yet the deeper Zhou delves into this new world of excess and wealth, the more muddled his plans become. And against his better judgment, Zhou finds himself falling for Daiyu, the daughter of Jin Corp’s CEO. Can Zhou save his city without compromising who he is, or destroying his own heart?
About the Author
Cindy Pon is the author of Silver Phoenix (Greenwillow), which was named one of the Top Ten Fantasy and Science Fiction Books for Youth by ALA Booklist and one of 2009’s best Fantasy, Science Fiction, and Horror by VOYA; Serpentine and Sacrifice (Month9Books), which were both Junior Library Guild selections and received starred reviews from School Library Journal and Kirkus Reviews, respectively; Want (Simon Pulse), which is a Freeman Book Award Honorable Mention; and Ruse (Simon Pulse). She is the cofounder of Diversity in YA with Malinda Lo and on the advisory board of We Need More Diverse Books. Cindy is also a Chinese brush-painting student. Learn more about her books and art at CindyPon.com.
Read an Excerpt
I watched the two you girls from the corner of my eye as the crowds surged around me. Eleven o’clock on a balmy June evening and the Shilin Night Market in Taipei was spilling over with mei shoppers looking for a way to cool themselves. Stores lined both sides of the narrow street, and music blared in Mandarin, Taiwanese, and English. The road was closed to traffic, overtaken by vendors with carts selling noodles and oyster omelets, cold juices and shakes. Others spread their merchandise on the ground over blankets, hawking cheap toys and knickknacks.
I slouched lower on the plastic table, faded black boots planted on a stool beneath, taking in the stench of cigarette smoke, stale beer, and sweat. I flipped my butterfly knife rhythmically between my fingers, enjoying the feel of cold steel and the sound of blade and handles snapping in my hand.
Men glanced at me warily, touching the places where they hid their own weapons. Girls clustered closer as they edged past, chattering. One mei girl, barely fifteen, raised her kohl-smudged eyes from her heap of chua bing smothered in red beans and smiled at me, electric blue bangs brushing against her lashes. Most teens were maskless tonight, wanting to have fun and pretend that they led lives from some other era, when going barefaced was normal. Pretend that they breathed good air.
The mei girl’s friend elbowed her and loudly uttered something about delinquent mei boys hiding their faces behind face masks. She cast a pointed glare in my direction. They sashayed past, legs bare beneath short, ruffled skirts, the friend with her nose in the air. Smiling girl’s pink mouth was now pursed in a pout.
“Hey,” I called.
She half turned, careful not to spill her iced dessert. Her black brows were raised, widening her dark eyes. I winked at her, spinning my knife, then tossed it in the air before catching it in one swift motion. She blushed, and her giggle carried to me even as her friend tugged her away, disappearing into the throngs.
But I never lost sight of the two you girls bent over a round tub, trying to toss plastic balls into floating dishes. The prize was a koi—genetically engineered to never grow beyond two inches—in iridescent oranges, reds, and greens. Hell, they probably glowed in the dark. The girls were flanked by three bodyguards, beefy mei boys with muscular arms crossed against their bulging chests.
I had volunteered to do this, because if I were caught, I alone would be prosecuted. I would be the only one to be put to death. My friends would be safe. They all had family, or someone who loved them. I was the dispensable one, and I would give my life to protect them.
A you boy strutted toward the girls, his features obscured by his glass helmet from this distance. We called them “bowl heads” in derision, as their helmets looked like fishbowls. His sleek suit was black, with an indigo dragon breathing orange flames woven down one long sleeve. The suit ensured that he got the best oxygen available, that his temperature was regulated, that he was always plugged in to the you communication system. The taller girl in the white-and-silver suit ignored him, intent on winning a koi in a jar, but her petite friend nodded to the bodyguards, and the you boy swaggered through.
I snorted under my breath.
They chatted, probably pulling up info on their com sys, assessing weight, height, and genetic makeup even as they exchanged first names. This was what it meant to be you, to have. To be genetically cultivated as a perfect human specimen before birth—vaccinated and fortified, calibrated and optimized. To have an endless database of information instantly retrievable within a second of thinking the query and displayed in helmet. To have the best air, food, and water, ensuring the longest possible life spans as the world went to rot around them.
Me, I’m like the other 95 percent of the meis in this country—without. We want and are left wanting. I’d be lucky if I lived to forty. I’m almost halfway there.
The you boy fiddled with his collar, then took his helmet off, handing it to one of the bodyguards with studied nonchalance. He coughed for a long time into his sleeve, attempting to adjust to the filth we breathed every day. What a rebel. Without his helmet, I got a better look at him. His blond hair was chin-length, streaked in red, his features Asian. He looked about seventeen.
He pulled a cigarette from a sleeve pocket and lit it, inhaling deeply, tilting his head to blow the smoke out. He leaned toward the petite you girl, his expression flirtatious. I watched as the taller girl threw them a glance, then turned back toward the tub. She was broad-shouldered yet slender, her suit decorated in neon pink lines with a jeweled Hello Kitty sewn above her heart. Real gemstones, no doubt. The way she tensed her shoulders told me she wasn’t pleased by the you boy’s intrusion.
I’d been studying the suits for my task. Victor had gotten his hands on all the relevant info. “You don’t want the more square helmets,” he had said, showing me images on the screen. “That’s an older model from two years ago. Any embellishment like jewels would be real. Nothing but the best for Jin’s suits. So the shinier the suit, the richer the you.”
Although the shorter girl’s purple suit was more eye-catching, the taller girl had probably $100K worth of diamonds stitched to her chest.
I tucked the knife away and retrieved two small items from a pouch strapped to my side. I wore a sleeveless black tee and black jeans to match. Not only did I blend in, but it allowed me to move with ease. I jumped off the table and stretched my arms overhead, flexing my shoulders.
Now or never.
I cut a quick path through the crowds, moving diagonally, thumping into others as they scurried out of my way. Steam rose from the pot of the chou doufu vendor stirring her spicy broth, and my eyes watered from the scent. I was behind the bodyguards within a minute. Their massive backs blocked me from my target. I tapped the middle one on his shoulder. He twisted, fists clenched.
“Move,” I said.
I cocked my elbow and punched him hard in the nose, breaking it. The oaf roared, covering his face as blood spurted. I barreled past him and slammed into the you boy, who was gaping, bug-eyed. The other two bodyguards swiped at me with clumsy hands. I leaped out of the way, but not before one of them managed to grab my mask, pulling it off so it hung at my neck.
No matter. Grinning at him, I smashed the vial I held to the ground. Noxious smoke billowed around us. The bodyguards and boy dropped like sacks of rice within five seconds. Bet that you boy would regret taking off his helmet tomorrow morning. The petite girl screamed shrilly beside me as passersby shouted, but everyone steered clear of the fumes.
I lunged for the tall girl, pulling her tight to my chest, and plunged the syringe into her hand, the only exposed part of her body. The needle hissed as it dispensed the sleep-spell drug. She sank against me and I hefted her over my shoulder, dashing into the dark alley behind us, finally allowing myself to take a breath when I cleared the smoke. She wasn’t heavy, but all cumbersome limbs.
“Eh, you!” a man shouted, his running footsteps echoing behind me.
I cursed and spun around the corner into a black alley. My pursuer followed immediately. I stuck out my foot, and he tripped over it, thumping hard onto the uneven pavement.
I ran without looking back, gripping the girl tightly by her legs, the streets’ layout etched in my mind. The distant din of the night market reached me, accompanied by the shriek of police sirens as they inched their way through the crowds. No one followed. I burst onto the main street at the far end of the market, hailing a taxi. It screeched to a stop, spewing foul exhaust. I slipped my mask back on before yanking open the door. “Take me to the end of the bus line,” I said.
The driver nodded, raising an eyebrow as I gently lay my hostage on the backseat. “She drank too much,” I muttered. “I tried to warn her.”
He flicked a cigarette butt out the window before merging back into traffic. “Those you girls have everything, but they always want more.”
I stared out the open window as the driver zipped through the streets with expertise, honking at pedestrians and mopeds alike. “You her bodyguard?” he asked, catching my eye in the rearview mirror.
I shook my head.
“Ah, her boy toy, then.” He grinned. “Whatever pays the bills, right?”
Right. My friends and I had decided the best way to gain info on Jin Corp was to get suited, infiltrating the yous by becoming one of them. Victor was perfect for the task—with his charm and good looks, he’d fit right in. But we needed funding. And who better to fund us than those who had a few hundred million to spare?
Neon signs flickered in a kaleidoscope of colors, washing my vision in reds and blues, oranges and greens. I kept a hand on the you girl’s arm, so she wouldn’t tumble over with the taxi driver’s sudden braking. Her glass helmet reflected the lights around us, and I couldn’t make out her features. I swallowed, suddenly afraid. There was no going back now. I jerked my face away, loosening my grip when I realized I was squeezing her arm.
She was unresponsive, her chest barely rising with each breath. She’d be out until tomorrow morning at least.
The taxi slammed to a stop, and I threw my arms around the girl to keep her from falling onto the floor.
“Here we are, end of the line,” the driver said.
I handed him the cashcard tied to a fake identity and bank account Lingyi had set up. “Thanks,” I said. “Add five for tip.”
He smiled, the corners of his eyes creasing with deep lines, and saluted me. He couldn’t have been more than twenty-five.
I got out and lifted the girl from the seat, kicking the door shut with my foot. The driver blared his horn twice before tearing off. It was almost midnight, and I needed to be within Yangmingshan as soon as possible. The end of the bus line was near the mountain’s base. I shifted the girl so her head rested against my shoulder, her helmet smooth and cold against my cheek, and started my long climb home.
The half-moon was wan, obscured by clouds and pollution. The Vox on my wrist provided scant light, but I navigated the muddied roads without trouble, stopping twice to catch my breath. Each time I laid my captive down, setting her head on my thigh, not knowing how else to place her. She seemed inhuman encased in her glass helmet. Alien. The neon pink lines of her suit glowed in the dark, and her exposed, soft hands lay limp at her sides.
How had we drifted so far from what it meant to be human? I could remove her helmet, but it seemed too much of a violation. I smiled sardonically at the irony.
I rose, throwing the girl over my shoulder. She no longer felt light—it was like hauling an elephant, and my arms were dead weights. Finally, I spotted the outcropping of jagged stones marking where I should turn off the path. Darkness enveloped me as I picked my way between thick brush and massive trees. Three years ago, mudslides after a bad typhoon season were followed immediately by a massive earthquake that swallowed teahouses, roads, and homes alike. Half of Yangmingshan went up in flames. Survivors fled, and due to the economic depression and rumors of the mountain being cursed, no investors ever bothered to rebuild.
Now the once-scenic getaway was deserted, lush, and wild, its only occupants the dead in overturned graves. And me. If anyone else lived on Yangmingshan, our paths never crossed.
I counted my steps, legs trembling with the effort. Near my four hundredth, I spotted the first garden light, glowing like a flower spirit. I had planted them for the last fifty steps leading home. Each light was solar-powered. Sweat stung my eyes, but I was too close to stop. The heavy wooden door to the laboratory clicked open by my voice command, and I stumbled inside, laying the girl on the cot in the small office that served as my bedroom.
I slumped to the floor, arms draped over raised knees, and sat there until I caught my breath.
Leaving her, I stripped and washed myself in the makeshift shower, wishing I had cold water instead of the lukewarm spray that pattered over me. Every muscle shook as I soaped myself, before drying off and pulling on some shorts. The front door could be activated by my voice alone, but I took no chances and rummaged through the green metal desk, finding the key that I needed. I locked us in, then slipped the key on a string and tied it around my neck.
I didn’t even look in on the you girl again before crashing onto the worn sofa in the main room, falling immediately into an exhausted sleep.
• • •
Something prickled my consciousness awake; it wasn’t the brightness of day. My eyes snapped open to find the you girl peering at me, her bowl head not an inch away from my nose. I glimpsed her face for the first time. She’d had little work done that I could see: eyes halfway between almond-shaped and slender, a rounded nose, and a full mouth. Her eyes were a light brown, like the watered-down coffee I’d buy with fake cream. Her fingers were extended tentatively above my throat. The back of her hand was bruised where I had jabbed her with the needle. She jumped back when she saw that I had woken. I looked down and remembered the key, then cursed myself for not putting on any clothes the previous night.
“It was only a precaution,” I said, my voice cracking. I cleared my throat and sat up. “You wouldn’t have been able to get out even if you’d gotten it.”
She stood over me, appearing even leaner in the daylight, all long lines and sharp angles.
“The back door’s blocked,” she said in perfect, educated Mandarin.
Her voice surprised me. Rich, like dark chocolate—more womanly than she looked.
“Mudslide,” I said.
She nodded and drew her other hand from behind her back, revealing a pair of dull scissors I kept in the desk. “I could have killed you in your sleep.”
“You would have had to try hard.” I rose, reaching for a clean shirt draped over the back of a wooden chair. It was black, like most of my clothes. “Those scissors are from another century.” I pulled on the shirt, then some blue jeans, and scrubbed a hand through my dyed blond hair, suddenly self-conscious. I had taken off my mask the night before, assuming I would wake up before she did. Now it was pointless, but seeing each other face-to-face like this felt odd. We’d become a society that barely showed our faces to strangers anymore.
We stared at each other for a long moment. If she were a feline, her tail would be thrashing.
“How much do you want?” she asked.
I reached for the scissors, and she let go without protest but said, “They were still sharp enough to stab you in the throat.”
I paused, surprised by her boldness. Maybe if I hadn’t woken when I did, I’d be bleeding out on the sofa right now. Game over.
“Are you hungry?” I asked.
Her eyes narrowed, and she shook her head.
“I know you must be thirsty. The sleep spell will do that to you.” I crossed the spare chamber to the corner kitchen and pulled the refrigerator door open, grabbing a bottle of fancy you water, purified and enriched with gods knew what. A case of it cost more than most mei folks’ weekly salary. “Here.” I offered it to her.
She sat down in the wooden chair, turning the bottle in her hand, examining it.
“It’s not tainted,” I said. “The seal’s unbroken.”
She raised her eyes. “How do I drink it?”
“Haven’t you ever taken—”
“No. Never in unregulated space.”
“The air isn’t as polluted up here,” I lied.
“I can’t call anyone in helmet.”
“No.” I knew the first thing she’d try upon waking was to call for help. “I’ve jammed the signals.”
She blinked several times, and her nostrils flared.
I glanced away, tamping down my sympathy.
The girl fidgeted with her suit collar, finally lifting her helmet. It came off with a low hiss. Her ponytail sprang free, black and uncolored. The scent of strawberries filled the air, and I took a step back, caught off guard. I had expected you girls to be scentless at best or to smell clinical at worst, like some specimen kept too long in a jar.
Not like fresh, sweet strawberries.
Her eyes truly watered now as she breathed our polluted air for the first time in her life. She doubled over, coughing. I grabbed the bottle from her hand and twisted it open. “Drink.”
She did so, sucking down the water as if it would save her life. Finally, she wiped her mouth with a handkerchief that had been tucked in her sleeve, then pressed it against her eyes. “How do you live breathing this every day?” she asked in a weak voice.
“We don’t have to live for very long,” I replied.
She dropped her handkerchief and stared at me with red-rimmed eyes. “That’s not funny,” she said.
I smiled. “I wasn’t trying to be.” I sat back down on the old sofa, so there was some distance between us.
She was pretty in a way I wasn’t used to. Not like most you girls bowing to the latest beauty trends, indulging in temporary body modifications from reshaping their noses to plumping their lips, or hips, or rears, depending on what was in. You boys kept pace with pec implants and by buying new, chiseled jawlines. But fads came and went, and the yous altered their looks as often as the seasons. The meis, lacking the funds for such drastic changes, resorted to painting their faces in bright colors, using semipermanent tattoos, and dyeing their hair.
Taipei’s youth had become chameleons. If we couldn’t change the dirty smog that smothered our city, we could at least control how we appeared, each metamorphosis more colorful and extravagant than the last.
She finished her water and cast a wary glance my way. “What’s your name?”
“Seriously?” I laughed.
She lifted her shoulders. “I’d guess you’re one year older than I am. Eighteen. Born in the Year of the Horse.” She nodded at the black clothes strewn on the few pieces of furniture in the room. “Dark Horse, I’ll call you.”
I almost smiled but instead pulled out my butterfly knife and began the familiar pattern of flipping it between my fingers and spinning it in my hand. It helped me to think. She tensed, clutching her thighs. She was afraid I might take advantage of her. I wouldn’t, and I had to fight the urge to reassure her, to explain.
“Why so Ro?” Her throaty voice broke my reverie.
Why so Romeo?
She didn’t mean Romeo as in romantic; she meant Romeo as tragic.
I took in my surroundings through her eyes. I lived in an abandoned laboratory that used to belong to Yangmingshan University, an experimental “home” run on sustainable energy. Back when some thought we could still salvage our planet by “going green.” We might have, if enough people had cared. But they hadn’t. The rich were too rich, the poor were too poor, and the middle class—let’s be honest—were only poor people with bigger houses, driving better cars. Now that the majority of us didn’t live past our forties, we cared even less.
My current home consisted of just three rooms: the office, a bathroom, and this main chamber, which included the small kitchen. It held a large, round dining table with a couple of mismatched stools, the ragged turquoise-and-yellow sofa that was at least four decades old, a metal desk, and the wooden chair she sat in. Large windows flanked the southern wall, revealing a thicket of jungle beyond.
I tossed my knife three times, savoring the snick and snap of the blade and handles, before shrugging. “It’s easier to kidnap in black.”
Bad joke. I think her eyes actually smoldered.
I jumped up and grabbed my ancient MacPlus from the desk, opening it. “Put your helmet back on,” I said.
“You’re calling your family.”
She did as I asked, securing her helmet, then took such a deep, full breath, her breasts swelled against her suit. I pretended not to notice.
“You have one minute.” I tapped the necessary commands into my laptop and nodded at her.
We waited in tense silence, but their was no response to the call request.
“My father’s not picking up,” she finally said.
How was that possible? His daughter had been kidnapped.
“Call your mom, then,” I ordered.
Her mother accepted the call immediately. Thank gods.
“Ma!” Her voice changed, sounding younger, helpless.
Although her helmet had darkened slightly, I still glimpsed the tears brightening her eyes, seeing her mother’s face in the glass.
I could follow the entire conversation from her one-sided replies.
“Mei you, Mei you. Wo mei shi.” No, he hasn’t tortured or raped me.
She clasped her hands in front of her face, fingers trembling as if she could keep her mother’s image there.
“Tell her I want three hundred million,” I said.
Her pupils dilated, then shrank, and she saw me again.
“Ta yao san yi,” she whispered.
“Put it in this account.” I gave her the cashcard number for the ghost account that had been set up, and she recited it. “You have two hours.”
“You liang ge xiao shi,” she repeated.
Her mom began asking frantic questions.
Who is he? “Wo bu zhi dao.”
Where are you? “Bu zhi dao!”
I typed a command and severed her connection.
She leaned forward, disoriented, almost falling off of the chair, then tugged her helmet off, throwing it to the ground. It bounced on the bamboo rug and spun twice before I snatched it up.
She had pulled her legs into her chest on the chair, burying her face between her knees. Her shoulders heaved. When she lifted her head, her pale face was mottled.
“What if you had broken it?” I carefully placed her helmet on the dining table.
“Three hundred million? Are you serious?”
She had some nerve. I’d admire her for it, if her entitlement didn’t piss me off so much. “What? You probably have twice that waiting for you in your trust fund.” The yous didn’t lead the lives that they did without having a few billion to spare.
“What do you want with it?” she asked, crossing her arms, assessing me.
“What do you want with it?” I countered.
We stared at each another, both our breaths coming too quickly. Hers because she was unused to our foul air; mine because I was rattled. Damn this you girl.
“How does my family know to trust you?” she demanded. “That you won’t kill me anyway?”
“You know how it works.” There was an unspoken rule between kidnappers and their targets. The victims always paid in full, and the criminals never killed anyone. Not yet, anyway. But then, no one had ever asked for three hundred million before. That wasn’t my problem. And if I were a betting man, the ransom would be in the ghost account within the hour.
“Can I use your bathroom?” she asked.
I nodded toward the door and she disappeared within, shutting it behind her. I took the moment of privacy to pace the room and analyze my situation. I’d give her family two hours to hustle up the funds. Once cleared, I could deliver the girl back to the night market.
The shower had been running for some time, and I went to the bathroom door, which didn’t lock. “The window’s too small to crawl through,” I shouted. “And the drop to the other side will break your legs, if not your neck.”
The water turned off after another minute. She came out, looking exactly the same and still smelling of strawberries.
“Do you need a towel?” I asked, hiding a smirk behind the last apple I had found in the refrigerator drawer.
“No, thank you,” she said coolly, then proceeded to drink the vitapak I handed her with dainty sips. “Don’t you have any solid foods to eat?”
“Does this look like a five-star you establishment to you?” I asked. “I’ve only got liquids.” Because I couldn’t afford anything more. “Although . . .” Suddenly remembering, I opened a kitchen cabinet. “I do have two rousong bao from the bakery.”
I gave her one of the buns. “Don’t blame me if you get a stomachache,” I said, taking a big bite out of mine.
She stared at it for a long time, finally trying a nibble and chewing slowly before swallowing. Then she sat very still, as if waiting to die. I finished mine and brushed off my hands. “Well?” I was still hungry.
She took a full bite the next time, challenging me with a lift of her chin. “It’s good,” she said. She glanced out the expansive windows. “Are we on Yangmingshan?” she asked.
“No,” I lied. “Is that the only mountain you know in Taiwan?”
“I haven’t traveled much out of Taipei.” Her face took on an expression that looked like yearning as she gazed into the trees. “Can we go outside?”
I couldn’t hide my surprise. “No.”
“I’ve never been in the mountains before. I won’t run away.”
“You’d get lost. And die.”
She walked to the giant window and pressed herself against it. I wondered what it was like, never having been in the mountains or seen the jungle so close—never to have gone outdoors without a glass bowl over your head.
“All right. Your helmet stays inside. If you’re willing to breathe the air, we can step out for a while.” It was a risk, but so was our entire plan. I was no kidnapper or thief—even if kidnapping and stealing were exactly what I was doing. I hadn’t gotten this far worrying over risks.
She turned, silhouetted by the afternoon light, and actually smiled. The most natural thing was to smile back. I ducked my head and turned. There was nothing natural about this.
“Come on. Stay close.” The heavy door clicked open with my voice command. “I’ve got cucumbers and tomatoes to harvest anyway.”
I grabbed her hand, feeling the softness of her skin in my own rough palm. She jerked her arm back, startled, but my grip didn’t loosen. “Do you want to see or not?” I asked.
She nodded, jaw tense, two bright spots on her cheekbones.
I led her along the edge of the house, sweeping aside giant fronds and leaves, past a dozen massive cisterns that collected rainwater. The smell of wet earth filled my senses. We picked our way through the shaded dirt path and veered into a small clearing, where the view of the sky was unobstructed. The sun burned above us, a blistering orb tinged in orange.
The sky used to be blue. This was what my research on the undernet told me, some sites even displaying actual photographs from another time—a pale blue skyline punctuated by skyscrapers or in a deeper hue over a calm sea, so two shades of blue melded like some old painting by a landscape artist. My mind kept returning to this image, the crisp purity of it. Unapologetic and true.
But what could you believe from reading the undernet? Images were more easily manipulated than a you boy’s face. I didn’t know anyone who had ever seen a blue sky. It wasn’t until I had read a novel—published over a century ago—where the author described something in sky blue, that I let myself believe it, feeling wonder and joy and grief all at once.
I never did finish that book.
I suddenly felt the pressure of the you girl’s hand clutching mine. Her flushed face was turned up, eyes squinted against the dull sunlight. She coughed into her sleeve, and when she finally stopped, her breaths came quick and shallow. It was late afternoon, the summer day’s humid heat oppressive.
“Are you all right?” I asked.
She turned to me, eyes gleaming, and said, “I’ve never seen the sky like this before.”
“You mean without your helmet?”
“And so wide. It’s always a dirty brown over Taipei,” she said.
The skies above us were tinged gray with pollution, but not the opaque brown that’s so often seen directly over the city. I led her into my small garden. Cucumbers dangled from a bamboo trellis I had made, nestled within their giant dark green leaves. We stepped between the tomato plants, their fruits small and marred. I stooped down, and she crouched with me as I selected a tomato, dusting it off, then taking a bite. More tangy than sweet. She stared as if I had plucked a rat off the ground and eaten that instead.
“The sky used to be blue,” I said, after I finished the tomato.
“That’s what my grandfather says.”
Grandfather. I’d never met my grandparents, didn’t even know their names. My paternal grandparents were long dead before I was born. As for my maternal grandparents, they lived in America, and I wanted nothing to do with them.
“He’s seen it, then?” I tried to keep my voice from rising. “With his own eyes?”
“He thinks so. But he was very young.” She ran her fingertips over the ridges and bumps of an orange tomato. “He says it feels like a dream when he remembers it.”
Sweat beaded at her temples, and there was a sheen of perspiration above her upper lip. I swiped my arm across my forehead. “I can’t believe how hot it gets,” she said, licking her mouth.
I mirrored her without thinking, tasting the salt on my tongue. “This is what summers are like in Taiwan when you’re not wearing an air-conditioned suit,” I replied and grabbed the woven basket near my feet.
“I’ll help you,” she said.
We spent the next twenty minutes in silence, filling the basket with imperfect tomatoes and cucumbers. The mountain breeze rustled the leaves around us, and the birds sang deep within the jungle’s thicket. When we were done, the you girl’s lips were leached of color, and wisps of black hair that had escaped from her ponytail clung to her damp neck.
Her breaths still came too fast, like a frightened hare’s. “I think we should go back inside,” I said, lifting the basket.
She rose with me. “I want to try one.”
I angled the basket, and her hand grazed over the tomatoes and cucumbers, touching them as if they were gems instead of meager crops. She finally selected an oblong tomato, redder than the others, and brushed a thumb over its skin before taking a bite. She immediately made a face and shuddered.
I laughed. “No good?”
“It’s more sour than I’ve ever tasted.”
I smirked. No doubt, she’d only ever had perfectly grown specimens. We walked back toward the house, and she appeared thoughtful as she finished the fruit.
“I like that it tastes . . . earthy,” she finally said. I saw her eyes sweep our surroundings as we approached the front of the lab.
The door unlocked with my voice and we stepped back inside the relative coolness of the building. I set the basket on the dining table and nodded at her helmet beside it. “You should put it back on.”
“Later,” she murmured and walked back toward the windows, gazing outward.
I sat on a stool and tapped a few quick commands into my laptop. The funds had transferred in full. I let out a breath, releasing the tension I had held ever since stealing this you girl. Three hundred million had been a gamble, but a gamble worth taking. It was enough for Victor to suit up as a you boy and pretend to be one of them, to infiltrate their closed and elite society. We’d destroy them from within.
We wanted blue skies again.
“What are you going to do with the money?” She turned, her hands clasped in front of her.
I jumped at the sound of her voice and shut the MacPlus. “I don’t know. Redecorate?”
She gave me a leveled look, and I broke away first, taking in the chamber I had called home for the past year. I’d have to leave immediately. I would miss this place.
“I’d suggest a new wardrobe first, Dark Horse.”
I laughed despite myself. “What’s your name, then?”
“Seriously?” She raised her eyebrows in mockery.
I shrugged. “What does it matter now?” I did like her. I wanted to know.
“Daiyu,” she replied.
“From the novel?”
She smiled in surprise, and it made her truly beautiful. “You’ve read it?”
I read voraciously, most often from the undernet, but had found an actual copy of Dream of the Red Chamber stuffed and forgotten in the desk drawer of a junk shop. The owner had given it to me for free, waving me off without a glance. Books weren’t worth the paper they were printed on.
“Flowers in my eyes and birdsong in my ears,” she murmured to herself.
I’d read the book enough times to recognize the line, from a poem that the hero Baoyu used when thinking of the heroine, Daiyu’s namesake.
“Augment my loss and mock my bitter tears,” I replied.
She glanced toward me, eyes gleaming from the pollution—or fear, I didn’t know. “You have read it.”
It was a favorite of mine. But she didn’t need to know that. Instead, I said, “You don’t look the tragic heroine to me.”
“Don’t I?” She had been leaning against the glass and straightened now, squaring her shoulders. But not before I caught a glimpse of wistfulness in her eyes. Of longing. What more could a you girl possibly want when she already had everything?
“We better go,” I said. “I need to return you to your family, and it’ll be dark soon.”
Daiyu lifted her helmet and adjusted her collar before fitting it over her head. And in an instant she was something other to me, something less human. It was hard to believe there was an almost-normal girl beneath the glass. A smart one with a sense of humor.
“I’ll have to give you the sleep spell again,” I said apologetically.
“No. Blindfold me if you have to.”
“I can’t risk it. I’ve added something so you’ll forget.” I could see her eyes widen in panic, even with her helmet on. “Not everything. Just the past twenty-four hours.”
She shook her head. “Please don’t.”
But I took her hand, was already pulling her to the door. “It’s safer for us both if you don’t remember anything. Trust me.” I felt stupid the moment I uttered the last words.
We were out in the muggy humidity of the late afternoon again. It would take a few hours at least to walk to the mountain’s base, and by then, night would have fallen. Even if I were abandoning the lab, I still couldn’t risk her remembering this place, remembering me.
The sunlight glinted off her helmet, and I was glad I couldn’t see her features clearly as I tugged her to me. She resisted, but I was stronger. So she stepped forward instead, bunching the fabric of my shirt in one hand.
“But I want to remember,” she said.
I grabbed her wrist. Stuck the syringe into her open palm. Its hiss seemed too loud to my ears.
“We all do,” I whispered and caught her as she fell.
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This was honestly the easiest sci-fi book that I've ever read in my entire life, and I would like to thank Cindy Pon for that. I used to think I was a sci-fi gal. I mean, The Lunar Chronicles is basically my favorite book series of all time. Therefore, I must love sci-fi. It seems clear and fair. Alas, the more I read of sci-fi over the past few years, the more I realize I have struggles with it. There is a lot of world building and space is scary and I don't have the patienceeeeeeeeeeee to hear about all these crazy worlds and why Earth died and aliens that are actually in space instead of stealing Fox Mulder's sister. This book is probably more dystopia, but it is sci-fi as well. Maybe that contributed to the ease, but then again, I really don't like dystopia books either so really, thank you again, Cindy Pon, for making this book just so so so easy to read. Cindy Pon takes us to the future Taiwan where humans have destroyed Earth's atmosphere and clearly separated the world into the haves (yous) and have nots (meis). The meis are forced to live in poor living conditions, causing them to suffer greatly with lack of resources, poor air quality, and rampant illness. The yous? Well, they have nice fancy suits and fancy rock climbing walls and just being rich oblivious people. It's a concept that honestly could be happening in a near future, but Pon makes it easy to understand and conceptualize. There was never anything that had me going, wait, what? What is happening? I liked the characters as well. Jason was complex and heartfelt. I felt where he was coming from and his passion to see his group succeed. I felt like I could have gotten deeper with him, but I felt like he was a good character overall. I wanted him to succeed and wanted his dreams to work out. The rest of the cast of characters were great as well. I liked Daiyu and Iris and Lingyi and Arun and Victor. Not only were they an incredibly diverse cast (they were Taiwanese, Chinese, Indian, and Filipino along with Lingyi and Iris being in a f/f relationship and Lingyi being bisexual), they kicked some major butt. Trust me, I wanted to be part of their caring, incredibly smart and strong crew. Tbh, I wanted moreeeeeeeeeeee of the crew. I wanted all of the book screen time for them, and I'm super hoping book 2 will bring them outttttttttttt. The romance was nice between Daiyu and Zhou. I felt like it did get a little cheesy and a little too deep when I was pretty focused on the plot, but it was still cute and I still liked it quite a bit. It was a romance I could root for. The pacing was the biggest thing that made me take off a crown. I felt like the beginning of the story really was going strong and fast and then it kind of dwindled for me. I felt like I was on a bicycle that just immediately stopped and then just started strolling along instead of pedaling it to the metal. I lost a bit of steam - it did pick up at the end but I wanted it to be back to the beginning pacing. Also the settingggggggggggggggggg. Pon immerses you so so so so so so so so well into the city of Taipei and I loved every second of it. Overall, this was a far better read than I ever thought it would be the moment after I found out it was a sci-fi dystopia novel. Pon did an incredible job with creating a diverse, dynamic crew along with a gorgeous setting and easy to read book from two genres I'm not a fan of. It lost me a bit in the pacing and I did want a little more depth in certain parts, b
***5+++++ STARS*** This novel immediately made it to my all-time favorite list. It is, no doubt, one of the best Sci-Fi novels I’ve ever read. The world-building, the characters and the overall plot was so well-done, It felt like a movie. It needs to be a movie. Want is set in near-futuristic Taipei where the world is heavily polluted. The sky is no longer blue, the air so infested you could barely see the sky at all. Taking this into advantage, Jin Corp manufactures protective suits and sells them at extreme prices, making it one of the most powerful companies in the world. Because of these suits, the society is divided into classes: Mei – the poor who can barely afford food let alone suits and the You – sickeningly rich people who live lavish lives and own suits, sometimes several. Jason Zhou is a Mei and so is his found family — the silent but deadly Iris, her girlfriend, hacker and boss-extraordinaire Lingyi, the incredibly smart Arun and smartly-dressed hustler, Victor. This band of misfits conspires to take down Jin Corp. To do that, Zhou must infiltrate the people he despises the most- the You– and even worse, he’d have to befriend Daiyu, the CEO’s own daughter. From the very first few pages you’ll fall for Jason Zhou. He just has this confidence and intensity and it’s incredibly sexy. Swoon level 150, trust me! Cindy Pon’s writing is just amazing, especially when it comes to world-building! I was so immersed in it and I could just picture everything so perfectly. This is where I’ll repeat: it needs to be a damn movie!! Did I mention how incredibly diverse it is?? It’s #OwnVoices. Zhou is Taiwanese-American, there are also Indian, Chinese, and Filipino characters. The characters stole my heart, especially Daiyu who is confident af and badass. The relationships between Zhou and his friends…squad goals. I’m getting emotional just thinking about it. And I adored the established F/F romance in this book so much I might cry. There are heists, kidnapping, hacking, corruption, and murder…overall an action-packed and emotional ride. It takes on important topics like prejudice, pollution, corruption and exploitation as well as social divides and extreme economic differences. I LOVED this book so much and now that Book 2 is a thing, I’ll be sitting in a corner crying and rocking back & forth until its release.
I loved this fast-paced adventure!
This is my second time reading a book by Cindy Pon, and she doesn't disappoint. Want takes the reader on a sci-fi trip through a future Taiwan in which the environmental conditions worldwide have become polluted to the point that the wealthy wear special suits to filter out the harmful contaminants in the air. The poor don't share in these benefits, unable to afford these extremely expensive suits. The main focus of the story is Zhou, whose friends discover a conspiracy to prevent the government from passing legislation designed to clean the contaminants from the atmosphere. Zhou goes undercover, using a false identity to infiltrate Jin Corp, which makes billions from its containment suits and is behind the conspiracy to stop cleanup efforts. Things become complicated for Zhou, who adopts a false identity as the wealthy Jason Zhou, because his best chance of getting inside Jin Corp is through the owner's daughter, Daiyu. At the beginning of Want, Zhou abducts Daiyu and ransoms her for the money to fund his group's plan to take down Jin Corp. Even though her memory is wiped to prevent her from remembering Zhou, he grows concerned as they grow closer and there are more signs suggesting the memory wipe didn't work. The book spends most of its time following Zhou's journey undercover among the wealthy and his growing relationship with Daiyu as they become more attracted to each other. The book itself almost has an "Ocean's 11" vibe to it when the focus moves away from the Zhou/Daiyu relationship to focus on the group's plans to destroy Jin Corp. I think that's why I somewhat wish the book wasn't limited to Zhou's point-of-view, because I would have enjoyed getting to know the other members of his group more closely. Given how the book ends, though, Cindy Pon's decision to only focus on Zhou's POV makes sense, but this does limit how much the supporting cast is able to develop within the book. The limited character development stands out mainly because Zhou and Daiyu are so well fleshed out through the story, and it's difficult not to see the contrast. I also felt things went too easily for Zhou and his group. A few more hiccups in their plans early on might have added more tension. So many things just seem to fall into place for Zhou once he goes undercover. That doesn't mean there aren't plenty of fun twists throughout, but I almost never felt as if there was ever any immediate danger of things falling apart. It's also worth noting that even though these are teenagers, they don't read like the teens of our world. If this hadn't been a story set in the future, I think this would have bothered me more. Given the dynamics of Zhou and Daiyu's world, the idea of teens being thrust into adulthood sooner makes sense, especially among the poor whose lifespans are cut considerably shorter because of the horrible environmental conditions. The setting of future Taiwan is awesome. Cindy Pon gives the world a very Blade Runner vibe. I'm glad this is merely the first book in a series, because I want to see more of this world. That said, the book very much stands on its own. Want hits all the right notes, and it's a fast-paced ride that readers are going to love.
When I saw the cover of this I knew I wanted to read it. I didn't know much about it, just that it was gorgeous and so far everyone was talking about it.I've never read anything by Cindy Pon and I hardly read Science Fiction, but I still decided to give it a go. Pollution has overtaken Taipei. There are a group of teens who are trying their best to save Taipei and its people from the smog and pollution. But society is divided between those who can afford to stay safe with personalized suits and those who can't. Until Jason and his friends decide to fight for those with no voice. Now let's remember how much I don't like Science Fiction. I was never a fan of science so science fiction doesn't normally interest me. But this time I was hooked from the beginning. I think because I was so terrified that something like this can actually happen. Especially with the way the world is right now. But I feel like I need to be prepared in case something like this does happen so I needed to see what Jason and his crew did. The plot was believable and kept me interested the entire time. I also loved the writing style.LikI said this is my first book from Pon and it most definitely won't be my last. I loved the way she basically put me in Taipei by describing the culture, the food, the atmosphere. Just everything. It was all written in a way I coud say I really felt like I was in the future in Taipei. I also really loved that Jason wasn't your average hero. It's been so long since I have read a story where the hero wasn't clearly defined. I don't want to give it away too much, but it was a good twist from what usually happens in a story. I was so glad to see that Pon wasn't scared to go there and it made me super excited to read everything else she wrote. I need to know if her other characters are similar. I'm not normally a fan of science fiction, but this one definitely made me feel different about the subject. I can see this book becoming the staple for me in science fiction!
Futuristic, fast-paced, and utterly phenomenal, Want is the perfect blend of science-fiction, dystopian, heist novel, and thriller. This is a must read for fans of Six of Crows and The Thousandth Floor. Cindy Pon has brilliantly crafted a near-future version of Taipei, where global warming, pollution, and a fatal pandemic have created a society where the divide between the wealthy and those living in poverty is not only vast but deadly. This setting not only contributed to the very high-stakes storyline, but also felt entirely believable, as though this could be a very natural and perilous progression for our current society. Between Jason Zhou’s band of deviants, who defy those in positions of power over Taipei in an attempt to save it, and the enigmatic Daiyu, Cindy Pon has assembled a diverse and dynamic cast of characters that you’ll be captivated by from the very first page. One of the parts of this story that I absolutely loved was Jason Zhou’s love for his country and city, and how that motivated his actions throughout the book. It was so refreshing to read a story about a “criminal” with such truly noble intentions. This is one of those books that bridges the gap between genres so well and will be adored by many different types of readers. I’m so excited for it to be out in the world on Tuesday and even more excited to learn that there is a second book in the works. I for one cannot wait to see more of this fascinating world and these incredible characters.
This book is stellar! Truthfully, I came across this book blindly. I don't have a lot of information about this book. Lately, I've been bias about YA Simon & Schuster book because they've been releasing amazing books and I find them the best for me. So basically since WANT is published by Simon Pulse, I just knew what good already. And having a consistent more than four-star ratings doesn't hurt either. I did read the book description when I first sought it out. But I didn't read them again when I started reading it. My memory wasn't as clear so I dived into this book blindly, and it was amazing! I love the concept of a distant future with the environment being toxic and dangerous to human race. Though not the first one to have that kind of concept, it's not touched on a lot. Because when we look at it closely, that could be our future... Pollution and climate change has been a constant problem now we have to admit that we shrug it of sometimes. So just the plot is amazing already. But this book is more of like a spy story though. We have Zhou going undercover to infiltrate this evil person that I shall not touch on due to spoilers. And I find it very adventurous and exciting. But I saw that rather than Zhou discovering the secrets underneath, it was more of Zhou being spoon-fed and being handed with a golden platter of information which I thought wasn't fun. Which is basically the only thing I didn't like about the book. But then again, we have to give credit to Zhou's friends too. Speaking a Zhou's friends. I love their group. It's the type of group you want to be part of. They are using their talents for the greater good which is amazing! And all of them are a star on their own. And I love that Cindy Pon did that. We have The Boss (Lingyi), The Charmer(Victor), The Brains (Arun), The Stealth (Iris), and The Spy (Zhou). That's how I would classify them but they are totally more than that. And I love that there is Asian diversity in this book. It's already diverse due to it being in Taiwan, but Asian diversity portrayed here is just freakin' amazing! Now let's head on to Zhou and Daiyu! My fave characters in this fine book. I love that Zhou is selfless. He always thinks about others like his mom, his make-shift family, and of course Daiyu. I love that he's imperfect. He's a smart person, but his feelings are truly what makes him Zhou. Daiyu... is wow! She is quite the heroine. She is smart. And I just love smart girls in YA. Without giving away too much, she can definitely handle her own. And together! Oh my goodness! this Jaiyu or Daison or Zhoyu (Jason-Daiyu) pairing is just AAAAAHHHHH!!! I love them so much. I swear, there was this moment that I imagined them as characters in a romance novel or erotic novel. Because the way they were written whenever they're together is just electric and you just want them to kiss already! And I swear my fluttering heart just feels for this two! And that's a good thing! I love their romantic sides in this book. This book has a lot of surprises. In totality, the book has so much to offer and reading this was a thrill. I'm so happy that this book has a sequel because I cannot for the life of me, accept that Zhou's story is done. Congratulations to Cindy Pon for a very thought-provoking read. She did amazing in writing a book like this! *I won this book as an ARC in Goodreads*