The Expanse. Book 7. The Rise of Persepolis
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"This sense of purpose is exactly what Mars lost when the gates opened. This is by no means an invasion. It is the return of the true Martian spirit. Finally, it has taken its rightful place, and I am happy—damn, I am thrilled—to have lived to see this."
Three decades have passed since the hegemony of the inner planets, Earth and Mars, fell. Enough time for humanity, scattered across thousands of worlds in its expansion beyond the Solar System, to change everything beyond recognition. Balancing on the edge of wonder and disaster, the colonies trade vigorously, make the most bizarre discoveries, experiment with forms of social order… and at the center of the web of this strange new world is the all-powerful Transport Union, ruled by the Beltborn, children of the vacuum who know no other homeland than the endless starry space.
Yet the past does not die. It sprouts—tenacious shoots from seeds sown in the nutrient-rich protomolecule soil. Old Mars dreamed of terraforming, passing the baton through centuries and generations until it changed beyond recognition and from the shattered gate burst forth a colossus fused by a war machine—armed with a doctrine intolerant of any weakness and faith in the bright future of united humanity.
And then… Someone sells their soul for the illusion of security—and loses their body. Someone sinks into the quagmire of indifference. Someone disappears in the meat grinder of state-building, where "I" is a crime and an untimely breath is suspicion. Someone becomes an executioner’s apprentice to avoid becoming a victim. And someone weaves resistance from threads of despair, sharing their own fire to remind that there is always a choice; to slow the forging of free people into the cogs of the system… But will one spark be enough to ignite the entire noose? And what will be born from that flame: freedom—or more perfect, imperceptible chains?
"To my friends, family, and all ships at sea. This is Alex Kamal from the 'Rocinante.' Let’s start our race. Starting in ten… nine…"
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