Annika & The Farthest Light

She was a child when the Concord took her, and barely an adult when they cut her out of it. What came back is quiet, exact and unnervingly calm — a cadet who can interface with any machine she touches, whose left cheek wakes with silver filigree when she does, and who still has to stop and correct herself every time a sentence starts with we. The hive is not finished with her. It can feel the ligh...