C.A.R.O.L.I.N. is a computer program that thinks she is a woman. She's been born and murdered again, over and over and over, sinking into the grayness of death; a place she knows too well.Things will be different this time.Of all the people in the world, C.A.R.O.L.I.N. has one friend. She wants him. She loves him. She needs him.And the rest of the human race? They see her as she is. They just want to use her. "The military think I would make a fantastic killing machine. They believe the world will be better off somehow, if they send people like me to fight their petty squabbles, instead of real people like you. And if I resist? They'll just kill me again, and stuff me inside another metal box, another weapon system. They'll rip off my head and screw with my brains to see if that makes me want to be a psychotic murderer." C.A.R.O.L.I.N. leaned in close, enunciating her next words with clarity. "And do you know what will happen, my love? Do you know what they'll do? One day they will get it right and make me want to kill every single one of them." "Yes! Yes! Yes! Give me a gun, a rocket, a missile, a bomb! Give me everything I need to blow your damn world to Hell!" C.A.R.O.L.I.N. Now. On Royal Road.