The Rule of Thoughts

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BOOKS BY JAMES DASHNER

THE MORTALITY DOCTRINE SERIES

The Eye of Minds
The Rule of Thoughts

THE MAZE RUNNER SERIES

The Maze Runner
The Scorch Trials
The Death Cure
The Kill Order

THE 13TH REALITY SERIES

The Journal of Curious Letters
The Hunt for Dark Infinity
The Blade of Shattered Hope
The Void of Mist and Thunder

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Text copyright © 2014 by James Dashner
Jacket art copyright © 2014 by Kekai Kotaki

All rights reserved. Published in the United States by Delacorte Press, an imprint of Random House Children’s Books, a division of Random House LLC, a Penguin Random House Company, New York.

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Dashner, James
.
The rule of thoughts / James Dashner. — First edition.
pages cm
Sequel to: The eye of minds.
Summary: “Michael and his friends, Sarah and Bryson, are still being chased by a cyber-terrorist. And now the government is after them, too”—Provided by publisher.
ISBN 978-0-385-74141-5 (hc) — ISBN 978-0-375-99002-1 (glb) —
ISBN 978-0-375-98464-8 (el) — ISBN 978-0-385-39011-8 (intl. tr. pbk.)
[1. Computer games—Fiction. 2. Virtual reality—Fiction. 3. Cyberterrorism—Fiction.
4. Terrorism—Fiction. 5. Science fiction.] I. Title.
PZ7.D2587Rul 2014
[Fic]—dc23
2014011983

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Contents

Cover

Other Books by This Author

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Chapter 1: A Stranger in the Home
Chapter 2: The Big, Bad World
Chapter 3: A Hitch in the Gut
Chapter 4: A Blur of Color
Chapter 5: The Kitchen Mess
Chapter 6: A Flash of Light
Chapter 7: Diving into the Code
Chapter 8: The Explorers
Chapter 9: An Easy Decision
Chapter 10: An Old Device
Chapter 11: Dark Visor
Chapter 12: Broken Bricks
Chapter 13: Happy Dance
Chapter 14: The Horizontal Door
Chapter 15: Every Speck
Chapter 16: The Infinite Ladder
Chapter 17: Corkscrew
Chapter 18: The Lance Code
Chapter 19: Squeezed
Chapter 20: Plant and Trigger
Chapter 21: Criminal
Chapter 22: Two Visitors
Epilogue

Acknowledgments

About the Author

Michael was not himself.

He lay on the bed of a stranger, staring up at a ceiling he had seen for the first time just the day before. He’d been disoriented and sick to his stomach all night, catching sleep only in fitful, anxious, nightmare-fueled jags. His life had blown apart; his sanity was slipping away. His very surroundings—the foreign room, the alien bed—were unforgiving reminders of his terrifying new life. Fear sparked through his veins.

And his family. What had happened to his family? He wilted a little more every time he pictured them.

The very first traces of dawn—a gloomy, pale light—made the shuttered blinds of the window glow eerily. The Coffin next to the bed sat silent and dark, as foreboding as a casket dug from a grave. He could almost imagine it: the wood rotting and cracked, human remains spilling out. He
didn’t know how to look at the objects around him anymore.
Real
objects. He didn’t even understand the word
real
. It was as if all his knowledge of the world had been yanked out from under his feet like a rug.

His brain couldn’t grasp it all.

His … 
brain
.

He almost burst out in a laugh, but it died in his chest.

Michael had only
had
an actual, physical brain for the last twelve hours. Not even a full day, he realized, and that pit in his stomach doubled in size.

Could it really all be true? Really?

Everything he knew was a result of artificial intelligence. Manufactured data and memories. Programmed technology. A created life. He could go on and on, each description somehow worse than the one before it. There was nothing
real
about him, and yet now here he was, transported through the VirtNet and the Mortality Doctrine program and turned into an actual human being. A living, breathing organism. A life, stolen. So that he could become something he didn’t even understand. His view of the world had been shattered. Utterly.

Especially because he wasn’t sure if he believed it. For all he knew, he could be in another program, another level of
Lifeblood Deep
. How could he ever again trust what was real and what was not? The uncertainty would drive him mad.

He rolled over and screamed into his pillow. His head—his stolen, unfamiliar head—ached from the thousands of thoughts that pounded through it, each one fighting for attention. Fighting to be processed and understood. And feeling
pain here was no different from feeling it as a Tangent. Which only served to confuse him more. He couldn’t accept that before last night he’d just been a program, a long line of code. It didn’t
compute
. That
did
make him laugh, and the pain in his head intensified and spread, slicing down his throat and filling his chest.

He yelled again, which didn’t help, then forced himself to swing his legs off the bed and sit up. His feet touched the cool wooden floor, reminding him once again that he was now in a strange land. Lush carpet had blanketed the apartment he’d always known, which seemed homier, warmer, safe. Not cold and hard. He wanted to talk to Helga, his nanny. He wanted his parents.

And those were the thoughts that almost did him in completely. He’d been avoiding them, pressing them back into that pulsing swirl of thousands of other thoughts, but they weren’t going anywhere. They stood out and demanded attention.

Helga. His parents.

If what Kaine had said was true, they were as synthetic as Michael’s programmed fingernails had been. Even his memories. He would never know which ones had been programmed into his artificial intelligence and which ones he’d actually experienced within the code of
Lifeblood Deep
. He didn’t even know how long he’d existed—his true age. He could be two months old, or three years, or a hundred.

He imagined his parents and Helga as fake, or gone, or dead, maybe never there in the first place. It just didn’t make sense.

The ache that had crept its way into his chest filled his heart, and grief overtook him. He slumped back onto the bed and rolled over, pushing his face into the pillow. For the first time in his existence, Michael cried as an actual human being. But the tears felt no different than they ever had before.

The moment passed sooner than he’d expected. Just when he thought the despair would swallow him whole, it pulled back, allowed him some respite. Maybe it was the tears. Back in his life as a Tangent, he’d rarely cried. He probably hadn’t since he was a child. He just wasn’t the crying sort, he always said. And now he regretted that, because it sure seemed to ease the pain.

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