Function: You

A world where World War II had a different—shocking—outcome. A world where humanity suddenly discovered that for quite some time, Earth has been shared with two more advanced races. A world where you are a function of the system. You can merge with someone else to create a duplicate function. You can give your life for another—your counter-function. But forever you will remain only a small line in the data arrays that someone capable of calculating and weighing the probabilities of all possible future scenarios will meticulously collect and analyze. Not the best world to try to be a good person. Not the best world to love. To passionately and selflessly want to help. To, having pitied a sick little girl, agree to take her place in the matrix of life and death—and yourself head into the Labyrinth of Daedalus. But there’s no better one.