Résultats Éditeur "Audible Studios" dans Dystopien

This is the fifth novel in the action-packed series following Special Forces Captain Lee Harden and a group of survivors struggling to make their way in a ruined world. After a bacterium has turned 90 percent of the population into a ravenous horde, Lee must complete his mission: SURVIVE, RESCUE, REBUILD.

Acid rainstorms have transformed New York City into a toxic wasteland, cutting its remaining citizens off from one another. In one apartment building, an unlikely family of humans and ghosts survives. Mira reels from a devastating breakup with her partner, Mal, whose whereabouts are unknown, while her mother is plagued by furious dreams and her grandfather, Grandpa Why, stakes his claims as a rambunctious ghost. Across the hall, the cockroach Shin, also a ghost. As the world around them worsens, each character must learn to redefine what it means to live, die, and love at the end of the world.

En un futuro no muy lejano… se lleva a cabo el primer trasplante de cerebro, pero al despertar, en el piso 931 del edificio Huntington, el paciente no reconoce su cuerpo ni su rostro ni el lugar donde se encuentra. Tampoco comprende qué le ocurrió. Entonces los cirujanos le explican que su cerebro fue trasplantado a otro cuerpo. Lo doctores también le informan que la humanidad renunció a la vida humana e inmigró a la vida virtual.

Une peste créée par l'homme a ravagé la Terre. Les rares survivants forment une communauté avec une espèce inoffensive, fabriquée pour remplacer les humains, les Crakers. À sa tête, un couple au passé tumultueux, Toby, experte en champignons et abeilles, et Zeb, mangeur d'ours et fils d'un prêcheur maléfique. Dépositaire et garante de la mémoire, Toby transmet aux Crakers, curieux comme des enfants et avides de légendes, l'histoire des hommes. Au contact les uns des autres, humains et Crakers posent les fondements d'un nouveau monde.

While searching for a lost child in a shopping mall, Rhoda and Dan stumble into a sinister underworld that mirrors their worst fears. Forced to complete a series of twisted tasks to find their way out, they finally emerge into the brightly lit food court, sick with relief at the banal sight of people shopping and eating. But something feels different. Why are the shoppers all pumped full of silicone? Why are the shop assistants chained to their counters? Just when they think they've made it back to the mall, they realise their nightmare has only just begun....

What's right is right. Sonya Kantor knows this slogan—she lived by it for most of her life. For decades, everyone in the Seattle-Portland megalopolis lived under it, as well as constant surveillance in the form of the Insight, an ocular implant that tracked every word and every action, rewarding or punishing by a rigid moral code set forth by the Delegation. Then there was a revolution. The Delegation fell. Its most valuable members were locked in the Aperture, a prison on the outskirts of the city. And everyone else, now free from monitoring, went on with their lives.

Vitus Adamson is falling apart. As a pre-deceased private investigator, he takes the prescription Atroxipine hourly to keep his undead body upright and functioning. Whenever he is injured, he seeks Niko, a bombshell mortician with bedroom eyes and a way with corpses, to piece him back together. Decomposition, however, is the least of his worries when two clients posing his most dangerous job yet appear at his door looking for their lost son.

AD 2150: Chris Randall just lost his job as a bodyguard. That night, after picking up his wife, Bree, from her shift at a local casino, he breaks the bad news. Moments later, thunder cracks the sky, but there’s no lightning. Flaming debris rain across the valley, and a dark mass goes sailing out of the clouds, headed straight for LA. It’s not one of the Union’s starships, because they can’t defy gravity like that. But then, what is it? The answer chills both Chris and Bree to their cores: It’s an invasion.

Like Kafka's The Castle, Invitation to a Beheading embodies a vision of a bizarre and irrational world. In an unnamed dream country, the young man Cincinnatus C. is condemned to death by beheading for "gnostical turpitude", an imaginary crime that defies definition.

The peaceful life of a village in Wiltshire is suddenly shattered by a disaster which strikes without reason or explanation, leaving behind it a trail of misery and horror. A yawning, bottomless crack spreads through the earth, out of which creeps a fog that resembles no other. Whatever it is, it must be controlled; for wherever it goes it leaves behind a trail of disaster as hideous as the tragedy that marked its entry into the world. The fog, quite simple, drives people insane.

I live in a world of waifs and shadows. "Live" might be an overstatement. I scrounge and scramble and survive in an atmosphere made thick and gray by the ashes of the Fallen. And sometimes I dream of sunlight. My parents were taken, even though they followed all the rules. Never scavenge at night. Never talk to Shadows. Don't fight the Sweepers. Run. Run. Run. And then I meet "him".

When Dorrit Wegner turned fifty, the government transferred her to a state-of-the-art facility where she can live out her days in comfort. Her apartment is furnished to her tastes, her meals expertly served, and all at the very reasonable non-negotiable price of one cardiopulmonary system. Once an outsider without family, derided by a society bent on productivity, Dorrit finds within The Unit the company of kindred spirits and a dignity conferred by 'use' in medical tests.

The team of heroes extracted from their timelines to stop the impending apocalypse didn't think they needed a leader. But they've got one anyway. With their mission in tatters, Miri has been called in to steady the ship. And to focus them on their assignment: preventing the end of the world. The problem is, the world doesn't know it's in danger. With governments pursuing them relentlessly, attempting to steal the time-travel device to use for their own ends, the heroes are on the run.

2095. Dans un monde anesthésié par les épidémies, les femmes, devenues rares et donc précieuses, gouvernent désormais l'ensemble des cités survivantes. Le système a été entièrement réinventé : qu'il s'agisse de votre catégorie sociale, de votre mariage, ou même de votre prénom, tout est imposé.

The end of the world has been avoided - for now. With Miri and her team of extracted heroes still on the run, Mother, the disgraced former head of the British Secret Service, has other ideas.... While Mother retreats to her bunker to plot her next move, Miri, Ben, Safa and Harry travel far into the future to ensure that they have prevented the apocalypse. But what they find just doesn't make sense. London in 2111 is on the brink of annihilation.

2097. "Il suffit d'un murmure..." disait Maestri. Un seul murmure pour réveiller un peuple endormi depuis des années. Les températures polaires, l'ajout de restrictions, les rumeurs concernant la reine, la résurgence du virus XX, et une alliance en cours, ont fini par faire basculer le Royaume dans les prémices d'une révolution. Le chaos est proche, mais le peuple, à bout de souffle. Renversement du pouvoir ou massacre annoncé ? La frontière est minime. Et tout semble ne reposer que sur un seul individu.

On a hotter and more volatile Earth in the 23rd century, humans like Clare and Jon live in utopia, hunting and gathering in small tribal bands, engaged in daily art and ritual, reunited with old friends like the shaggy mammoth and giant ground sloth. Even better, they still have solar-powered laptops and can communicate with each other around the world. The understanding of physics has also advanced.

Ten years after the collapse, Huxley has built a good life again. He has a loving wife, a farm with fields of golden barley, and a daughter with a strange and wonderful gift. Then the slavers come. Working out in the fields during the attack, Huxley returns too late. His daughter has been taken, and his wife is bleeding out, her last whispered words about a man with a scorpion tattoo on his neck. Where do the slavers go? Huxley has no idea. He knows only that they head east, and so will he, setting out on foot across the desert of the Wastelands.

The Earth is dying. Humanity - over-breeding, over-consuming - is destroying the very planet they call home. Multinational corporations despoil the environment, market genetically modified crops to control the food supply, and use their wealth and influence and private armies to crush anything, and anyone, that gets in the way of their profits. Nothing human can stop them. But something unhuman might. Once they did not fear the sun. Once they could breathe the air and sleep where they chose.

The country has become a war zone, and with a Coalition troop surge imminent, the resistance is on the ropes. Walter is in the city of Durham, fighting to survive. He has no idea that his wife, Carolyn, is only miles away, desperately trying to find him. She has information on a special target - a last ditch mission that could turn the tide for the resistance. And Walter may just have access to the only team of fighters capable of pulling it off.