The Fox Inheritance (The Jenna Fox Chronicles)
Mary E. Pearson
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Once there were three. Three friends who loved each other―Jenna, Locke, and Kara. And after a terrible accident destroyed their bodies, their three minds were kept alive, spinning in a digital netherworld. Even in that disembodied nightmare, they were still together. At least at first. When Jenna disappeared, Locke and Kara had to go on without her. Decades passed, and then centuries.
In The Fox Inheritance, it is two-hundred-and-sixty years later, and they have been released at last. Given new, perfect bodies, Locke and Kara awaken to a world they know nothing about, where everyone they once knew and loved is long dead.
Everyone except Jenna Fox.
around us, rats the size of cats squealing for cover. The lights zoom down on us, then just a few feet away screech to a halt. Kara and I are frozen in the beams. The lights go dead, and I hear a voice. "Escapees! You made it!" Kara lets out a rumbling angry breath. My knees go weak. This body that Gatsbro gave me is too much like my old one. "Yes, Dot," I say. "We made it." She calls us over and begins to give us further instructions. We are to go down some steps that are hidden by a Dumpster.
going on than you admitted." There's a long pause as she assesses the bitterness in my voice. She pulls the floppy hat from her head and stuffs it between our seats. "Okay. I knew more. Is that what you wanted to hear?" I look away, but she grabs my arm, forcing me to look back at her. "Locke, it's not what you think." "I don't know what I think, Miesha. How could I? I'm not sure I've gotten a straight answer from anyone since Gatsbro flipped the switch on his little Frankensteins." Her
idea of being prepared for anything, especially since I don't know exactly where Allys is taking me. Just before I walk out the door, I pull open the top dresser drawer to grab the pack that Miesha gave me. It's gone. I look around the room to make sure I didn't already take it out. A quick survey tells me I didn't. I pull out the next drawer and then the next. There. In the bottom drawer. I try to think back. I'm certain I put it in the top drawer. I lift it out, wondering if Kayla might
Her Fickle Highness has gone for another stroll in the gardens." The door shuts behind her, my question still unanswered. Mostly. She may not know who the visitor is, but she's as uneasy as I am. I go to my dressing room and find the shoes I want to wear. Even the simplest things like shoes are so different now. I have spent the past year getting used to this new world, and Dr. Gatsbro has spent as much time teaching us about it. We have learned centuries' worth of new technology and history.
"You? You've thought it was your fault all these years?" "It was my idea, Jenna." "Locke, we all made the same choice. Kara and I wanted to go just as much as you." "That's not how I remember it. You didn't want--" "Locke, listen to me! Guilt does terrible things to our memories. It was my car. I could have said no. I knew Kara hadn't been driving for long. I have more than my share of guilt. And think of Kara. Look what she's had to live with all these years. She was driving. She was the