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When Toby stumbles upon Orvis - an obsolete robot - he is about to shut himself down. . . forever. Toby knows how Orvis feels: no one wants her either. A spacer all her life, her too-busy-for-Toby parents have packed her away to school on Earth. But when her domineering grandmother decides to send her to school on Mars, Toby rebels. With Orvis and her only other friend Thaddeous - a lonely castoff too - the trio set off in search of sanctuary with her great-grandmother.
But to get there they will have to cross The Empty. 编辑推荐：
From School Library Journal
Grade 5-8 Twelve-year-old Toby and her precocious friend Thaddeus attend school on a future Earth that is sparsely inhabited and largely reverting to wilderness, while the families that have dumped them there pursue their own self-centered concerns among the space colonies. While struggling to maintain control of her own future, Toby becomes involved with an obsolete robot, Orvis, destined for the junkyard. An act of bold rebellion results in her being lost with Thaddeus in ``the empty,'' a wilderness area filled with dangerous animals and human renegades, where Orvis is their only hope of survival. The open ended conclusion may disappoint some readers because Toby's determination to fight harder for her rights is neither witnessed by readers nor solidly confirmed. However this is still a fine science fiction novel with an appealing heroine, a strong plot tied to an exploration of future technologies and their impact on humanity, and the probing of such pertinent questions as the function of purpose in meaningful existence. One of the book's charms is the way in which the human and mechanical characters gradually affect each other's way of thinking, resulting in growth for both. Orvis is a successful depiction of an artificial intelligence that is humorous, likable, and believable. Lyle Blake Smythers, Lib . of Congress, Washington, D.C. Copyright 1987 Reed Business Information, Inc. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title. Review "Both entertaining and reflective. A satisfying tale even for readers who don't think of themselves as science fiction fans.""-Booklist" "A first rate adventure, based on provocative conclusions about present trends."-"Parents Choice" "Both entertaining and reflective. A satisfying tale even for readers who don't think of themselves as science fiction fans."-Booklist "A first rate adventure, based on provocative conclusions about present trends."-Parents Choice -- Review Review "Both entertaining and reflective. A satisfying tale even for readers who don't think of themselves as science fiction fans."-Booklist "A first rate adventure, based on provocative conclusions about present trends."-Parents Choice 书摘：
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On a gray afternoon in April Toby West sat crying in a thicket. She hadn’t intended to cry; the sobs just sneaked up on her as she ran. Embarrassed by this weakness, she knew that if anyone saw her and asked what was wrong, she would cry harder and humiliate herself completely. Not answering would be too dramatic. She hated dramatics and so had chosen to hide. It was cold just sitting. The dampness of the rotting log was seeping through the seat of her pants. The backs of her legs were being poked by a stiff yellow fungus that grew in fanlike steps up the dead bark. “This is stupid,” she told herself sternly and sat erect. She hadn’t cried all the other times. Crying wouldn’t help now. If her grandmother Lillian said she had to change schools, she had to change schools. Lillian was The Boss and her word was law to Toby’s parents. So Toby would say good-bye to everyone and move again. She was so tired of saying good-bye. When not crying. Toby was a good-looking child. Her dark hair went nicely with her tan skin. She had an acceptable nose and a determined chin. Her ears had once stuck out too far but her grandmother had had that corrected shortly after her birth. Sometimes her expression made adults uneasy; they suspected she understood too much for her age, which was twelve. But all adults agreed that her eyes were her best feature—large, dark, and fringed by long curly black lashes. Crying made her eyes puffy. More tears welled up and spilled over. With an already damp wad of tissue she mopped her face and blew her nose, determined to regain self-control. Just as she sniffed she heard a strange sound. She held her breath to listen and absent-mindedly pocketed the tissue wad. CRee-ECH. CRee-ECH-clack! CRee-ECH. The noise was metallic, rhythmic, and coming closer. Probably some of the ground crew cleaning up dead branches. They might see her and wonder what she was doing o …… |