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“Talk to your neighbors. Make them promise to vote. Make them promise to take the country back from the torturers and thugs. The people who laughed at my friends as they lay fresh in their graves at the bottom of the harbor. Make them promise to talk to their neighbors. Most of us choose none of the above. It's not working. You have to choose — choose freedom.”

Quote by Cory Doctorow

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Little Brother

Set in a near-future America, the story follows a teenager who becomes an activist after a terror attack on San Francisco. The novel delves into the complexities of government surveillance and the impact of technology on individual freedoms. more

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Cory Doctorow
Cory Doctorow

Cory Doctorow, born on July 17, 1971, is a renowned blogger. His works primarily focus on science fiction novels, and he is also an active tech and culture critic. more

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