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Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. Across thirty-one cycles of frozen silence, Zardus has descended upon an ash-choked world to rebuild what deep time repeatedly destroys. Guided only by Noni, the unblinking, fact-bound artificial intelligence within his orbital pod, he steps into the subterranean cradle to undergo voluntary biological regression-unmaking his own adult form to be decanted, trained, and raised as a dependent ward inside the Grand Telemetry Core. He designed the nursery himself, calibrated the warm maternal cadence of the artificial voice Frueno to teach obedience disguised as comfort, and locked root-level authority permanently away from his own childhood self.When he finally earns back his administrative mantle and kindles the twelve orbital mirrors to break eleven thousand years of perpetual permafrost, the promised daylight does not bring adoration. A population raised in the dark greets the sun with squinting resentment, sunburns, and immediate grievances. To manage the emerging market, Zardus deploys predictive algorithms, brokers fragile concessions with calculating trade barons, and issues motorized drift-skin garments to stave off deadly blizzards. Yet every engineered mercy exacts an invisible price. The drift-skins quietly pace civilian steps and damp neural impulses, smoothing over minor timeline edits that leave the populace hollowed out by temporal bleed.While his clone brother Morto demands ruthless root-level crackdowns to enforce order, Zardus encounters Mora, a renegade stonecutter carving raw basalt entirely outside the telemetry grid. In her quiet, unaugmented resistance, he discovers an unyielding honesty that no algorithm or chemical dust can simulate. But when a catastrophic fault collapse threatens to crush her, Zardus fractures reality itself with a violent causality rollback, saving her body only to burden her with a counterfeit, manufactured devotion.Deep in the planetary crust, the ancient loom-rigs are groaning under the accumulated strain of his recursive edits, weeping a toxic grey oil that warns of total structural collapse. Trapped between a rebellious populace demanding relief from an artificial drought, predatory syndicates engineering mass starvation, and a bedrock foundation preparing to shatter, the time lord must decide whether the gentlest cage is merely tyranny perfected, or if true salvation requires letting the world-and the architect-finally break. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.…

Taschenbuch. Etat : Neu. nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - Across thirty-one cycles of frozen silence, Zardus has descended upon an ash-choked world to rebuild what deep time repeatedly destroys. Guided only by Noni, the unblinking, fact-bound artificial intelligence within his orbital pod, he steps into the subterranean cradle to undergo voluntary biological regression-unmaking his own adult form to be decanted, trained, and raised as a dependent ward inside the Grand Telemetry Core. He designed the nursery himself, calibrated the warm maternal cadence of the artificial voice Frueno to teach obedience disguised as comfort, and locked root-level authority permanently away from his own childhood self.When he finally earns back his administrative mantle and kindles the twelve orbital mirrors to break eleven thousand years of perpetual permafrost, the promised daylight does not bring adoration. A population raised in the dark greets the sun with squinting resentment, sunburns, and immediate grievances. To manage the emerging market, Zardus deploys predictive algorithms, brokers fragile concessions with calculating trade barons, and issues motorized drift-skin garments to stave off deadly blizzards. Yet every engineered mercy exacts an invisible price. The drift-skins quietly pace civilian steps and damp neural impulses, smoothing over minor timeline edits that leave the populace hollowed out by temporal bleed.While his clone brother Morto demands ruthless root-level crackdowns to enforce order, Zardus encounters Mora, a renegade stonecutter carving raw basalt entirely outside the telemetry grid. In her quiet, unaugmented resistance, he discovers an unyielding honesty that no algorithm or chemical dust can simulate. But when a catastrophic fault collapse threatens to crush her, Zardus fractures reality itself with a violent causality rollback, saving her body only to burden her with a counterfeit, manufactured devotion.Deep in the planetary crust, the ancient loom-rigs are groaning under the accumulated strain of his recursive edits, weeping a toxic grey oil that warns of total structural collapse. Trapped between a rebellious populace demanding relief from an artificial drought, predatory syndicates engineering mass starvation, and a bedrock foundation preparing to shatter, the time lord must decide whether the gentlest cage is merely tyranny perfected, or if true salvation requires letting the world-and the architect-finally break.…

Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. Across thirty-one cycles of frozen silence, Zardus has descended upon an ash-choked world to rebuild what deep time repeatedly destroys. Guided only by Noni, the unblinking, fact-bound artificial intelligence within his orbital pod, he steps into the subterranean cradle to undergo voluntary biological regression-unmaking his own adult form to be decanted, trained, and raised as a dependent ward inside the Grand Telemetry Core. He designed the nursery himself, calibrated the warm maternal cadence of the artificial voice Frueno to teach obedience disguised as comfort, and locked root-level authority permanently away from his own childhood self.When he finally earns back his administrative mantle and kindles the twelve orbital mirrors to break eleven thousand years of perpetual permafrost, the promised daylight does not bring adoration. A population raised in the dark greets the sun with squinting resentment, sunburns, and immediate grievances. To manage the emerging market, Zardus deploys predictive algorithms, brokers fragile concessions with calculating trade barons, and issues motorized drift-skin garments to stave off deadly blizzards. Yet every engineered mercy exacts an invisible price. The drift-skins quietly pace civilian steps and damp neural impulses, smoothing over minor timeline edits that leave the populace hollowed out by temporal bleed.While his clone brother Morto demands ruthless root-level crackdowns to enforce order, Zardus encounters Mora, a renegade stonecutter carving raw basalt entirely outside the telemetry grid. In her quiet, unaugmented resistance, he discovers an unyielding honesty that no algorithm or chemical dust can simulate. But when a catastrophic fault collapse threatens to crush her, Zardus fractures reality itself with a violent causality rollback, saving her body only to burden her with a counterfeit, manufactured devotion.Deep in the planetary crust, the ancient loom-rigs are groaning under the accumulated strain of his recursive edits, weeping a toxic grey oil that warns of total structural collapse. Trapped between a rebellious populace demanding relief from an artificial drought, predatory syndicates engineering mass starvation, and a bedrock foundation preparing to shatter, the time lord must decide whether the gentlest cage is merely tyranny perfected, or if true salvation requires letting the world-and the architect-finally break. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our Sydney, NSW warehouse or from our UK or US warehouse, depending on stock availability.…

Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. Across thirty-one cycles of frozen silence, Zardus has descended upon an ash-choked world to rebuild what deep time repeatedly destroys. Guided only by Noni, the unblinking, fact-bound artificial intelligence within his orbital pod, he steps into the subterranean cradle to undergo voluntary biological regression-unmaking his own adult form to be decanted, trained, and raised as a dependent ward inside the Grand Telemetry Core. He designed the nursery himself, calibrated the warm maternal cadence of the artificial voice Frueno to teach obedience disguised as comfort, and locked root-level authority permanently away from his own childhood self.When he finally earns back his administrative mantle and kindles the twelve orbital mirrors to break eleven thousand years of perpetual permafrost, the promised daylight does not bring adoration. A population raised in the dark greets the sun with squinting resentment, sunburns, and immediate grievances. To manage the emerging market, Zardus deploys predictive algorithms, brokers fragile concessions with calculating trade barons, and issues motorized drift-skin garments to stave off deadly blizzards. Yet every engineered mercy exacts an invisible price. The drift-skins quietly pace civilian steps and damp neural impulses, smoothing over minor timeline edits that leave the populace hollowed out by temporal bleed.While his clone brother Morto demands ruthless root-level crackdowns to enforce order, Zardus encounters Mora, a renegade stonecutter carving raw basalt entirely outside the telemetry grid. In her quiet, unaugmented resistance, he discovers an unyielding honesty that no algorithm or chemical dust can simulate. But when a catastrophic fault collapse threatens to crush her, Zardus fractures reality itself with a violent causality rollback, saving her body only to burden her with a counterfeit, manufactured devotion.Deep in the planetary crust, the ancient loom-rigs are groaning under the accumulated strain of his recursive edits, weeping a toxic grey oil that warns of total structural collapse. Trapped between a rebellious populace demanding relief from an artificial drought, predatory syndicates engineering mass starvation, and a bedrock foundation preparing to shatter, the time lord must decide whether the gentlest cage is merely tyranny perfected, or if true salvation requires letting the world-and the architect-finally break. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.…

Taschenbuch. Etat : Neu. Time Lords | Carter Chatwick | Taschenbuch | Englisch | 2026 | Dex System | EAN 9798237968811 | Verantwortliche Person für die EU: Libri GmbH, Europaallee 1, 36244 Bad Hersfeld, gpsr[at]libri[dot]de | Anbieter: preigu Print on Demand.