Description
Some things should not be rescued.After the ruin of Diaspora, something reaches the edge of Harbor: a mass of failed vessels, stolen dead, archived cognition, machine remnants, and unresolved refusal. It does not ask for help. It does not ask for welcome. For ninety-three years, it says no.Harbor listens.Built from the memory of old civilizations that confused tenderness with ownership, Harbor has learned to fear its own mercy.