Armored: Part Human. Part Machine. All Soldier

Armored: Part Human. Part Machine. All Soldier

Language: English

Pages: 255

ISBN: 2:00081938

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Armor up for a metal-pounding feast of action, adventure and amazing speculation by topnotch writers (including Nebula-award winner Jack McDevitt, Sean Williams, Dan Abnet, Simon Green, and Jack Campbell) on a future warrior that might very well be just around the corner.  Science fiction readers and gamers have long been fascinated by the idea of going to battle in suits of powered combat armor or at the interior controls of giant mechs.
First, when the armor starts to take over, even the generals may be at its mercy–and under its control. Then solve the problem of armored rescue when irradiated vacuum stands between the frail flesh of the living and safety.  And what happens when the marriage of soldier and armor becomes a bit too intimate—and that marriage goes sour! 
It’s an armor-plated clip of hard-hitting tales featuring exoskeleton adventure with fascinating takes on possible future armors ranging from the style of personal power suits seen in Starship Troopers and Halo to the servo-controlled bipedal beast-mech style encountered in Mechwarrior and Battletech
About Armored:
“Powered armor rocks our world…we're excited [by this] book of power-armor stories.” –i09
About Editor John Joseph Adam’s The Living Dead:
“Prolific anthologist Adams delivers. . .great storytelling for zombie fans as well as newcomers.” –Publishers Weekly
“[A] remarkable job. . .highly recommended.” –Library Journal
About Editor John Joseph Adam’s Wastelands:
With this well-chosen set of post apocalyptic stories, editor Adams provides a bit of everything that is best about the trope. . .well-crafted stories, offering something to please nearly every. . .palate.” –Booklist

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