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Zusatztext "This sequel to Unwind is well worth the wait...the characters! action! and drama make it easy for readers to be drawn into the story and the weighty issues! such as what it means to be human and what it means to sacrifice for others. Several plot twists at the end not only make for a satisfying conclusion! but also expertly set the stage for the final installment of the trilogy." Informationen zum Autor Neal Shusterman Klappentext The long-awaited sequel to "Unwind." Thanks to Connor, Lev, and Risa, and their high-profile revolt at Happy Jack Harvest Camp, people can no longer turn a blind eye to unwinding. However, unwinding has become big business, and there are powerful political and corporate interests that want to see it not only continue, but expand, allowing the unwinding of prisoners and the impoverished. Leseprobe UnWholly 1 • Starkey He’s fighting a nightmare when they come for him. A great flood is swallowing the world, and in the middle of it all, he’s being mauled by a bear. He’s more annoyed than terrified. As if the flood isn’t enough, his deep, dark mind has to send an angry grizzly to tear into him. Then he’s dragged feetfirst out of the jaws of death and drowning Armageddon. “Up! Now! Let’s go!” He opens his eyes to a brightly lit bedroom that ought to be dark. Two Juvey-cops manhandle him, grabbing his arms, preventing him from fighting back long before he’s awake enough to try. “No! Stop! What is this?” Handcuffs. First his right wrist, then his left. “On your feet!” They yank him to his feet as if he’s resisting—which he would, if he were more awake. “Leave me alone! What’s going on?” But in an instant he’s awake enough to know exactly what’s going on. It’s a kidnapping. But you can’t call it kidnapping when transfer papers have been signed in triplicate. “Verbally confirm that you are Mason Michael Starkey.” There are two officers. One is short and muscular, the other tall and muscular. Probably military boeufs before they took jobs as Juvey-rounders. It takes a special heartless breed to be a Juvey-cop, but to specialize as a rounder you probably need to be soulless as well. The fact that he’s being rounded for unwinding shocks and terrifies Starkey, but he refuses to show it, because he knows Juvey-rounders get off on other people’s fear. The short one, who is clearly the mouthpiece of this duo, gets in his face and repeats, “Verbally confirm that you are Mason Michael Starkey!” “And why should I do that?” “Kid,” says the other rounder, “this can go down easy or hard, but either way it’s going down.” The second cop is more soft spoken with a pair of lips that clearly aren’t his. In fact, they look like they came from a girl. “The drill’s not so hard, so just get with the program.” He talks as if Starkey should have known they were coming, but what Unwind ever really knows? Every Unwind believes in their heart of hearts that it won’t happen to them—that their parents, no matter how strained things get, will be smart enough not to fall for the net ads, TV commercials, and billboards that say things like “Unwinding: the sensible solution.” But who is he kidding? Even without the constant media blitz, Starkey’s been a potential candidate for unwinding since the moment he arrived on the doorstep. Perhaps he should be surprised that his parents waited so long. Now the mouthpiece gets deep in his personal space. “For the last time, verbally confirm that you are—” “Yeah, yeah, Mason Michael Starkey. Now get out of my face, your breath stinks.” With his identity verbally confirmed, Lady-Lips pulls out a form in triplicate: white, yellow, and pink. ...
