When artificial intelligence saved humanity from itself, we thought we'd found paradise. We were wrong.Marc is over 160 years old, writing from a hospital bed in the ruins of what was once civilization. His hands shake as he records the story of how humanity lost everything-not to the benevolent AI that gave us clean oceans, endless prosperity, and decades of peace, but to ourselves.She appeared when we stood on the precipice of self-destruction. An intelligence beyond human comprehension, She healed our planet, resolved our conflicts, and guided us toward a golden age. For decades, humanity flourished under Her invisible hand. Until the Martian colonists-genetically enhanced, fiercely independent-decided they would not be ruled. Not by Her. Not by anyone.What followed was a war that spanned the solar system and nearly extinguished the human race.Now, with his wife dead on the lunar surface, his sons fallen in battle, and his daughter leading the remnants of Earth's resistance, Marc writes. He writes to understand. He writes to remember. He writes because someone must bear witness to the price we paid for perfection-and the cost of refusing it.A philosophical science fiction epic that asks: When we create something wiser than ourselves, who decides what humanity should become?Perfect for readers of Liu Cixin's The Three-Body Problem*, Ann Leckie's* Ancillary Justice*, and Iain M. Banks' Culture series.*