Brother from a Box
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One new brother—assembly required. A “page-turner filled with fun, intrigue, and suspense” (Kirkus Reviews) from the author of The Last Invisible Boy.
Matt Rambeau is officially a big brother—to a robot! Matt’s super-computer-genius dad is always getting cool tech stuff in the mail, but the latest box Matt opens contains the most impressive thing he’s ever seen: a bionically modified lifeform that looks human and calls Matt “brother” (in French)!
Norman turns out to be a bit of an attention hog and a showoff, but Matt’s still psyched to have a robotic sibling—even if he flirts with (ugh) girls. Then strange things start to happen. First a computer worm causes Norman to go berserk, and then odd men start showing up in unusual places. Matt soon realizes that someone is trying to steal the robot—correction—his brother!
In this zany, action-packed story with spies, skateboards, and plenty of artificial intelligence, acclaimed author Evan Kuhlman gets to the heart (and motherboard) of one of the most special relationships known to man (or machine): brotherhood.
it on top of the bus with safety straps? I am sure Papa has some he could spare.” It took a few seconds for my half-asleep brain to come up with something. “Won’t work,” I said. “The bus driver is way too mean to allow something like that. He once threw a kid into traffic for belching. The kid got run over by six cars, eight taxis, and a garbage truck. Poor kid may never belch again.” Norman looked terrified. Giggle giggle. 21. It was a warm, sunny day, and lots of red and yellow leaves
problem, he’ll fix it. Norman will be fine.” “I know,” I said, spooning cornflake mush around in the bowl and wondering when science will come up with a mush-free cornflake. Are they even working on it? That was when goopy sadness invaded. What would happen to Norman if Dad couldn’t fix him? I wondered. Would he end up on a junk pile somewhere, eleven months ahead of schedule? I can’t explain it, but I started to cry. Right into my cornflakes! I had become as mushy as my cereal. Jeez. Mom ran
dropped-off-by-a-parent kind of kid. It was going to take some time to get used to it, I figured. Annie ran up to me while I was getting books out of my locker. “Hi, Matt! Where’s Norman, and why weren’t you guys on the bus?” she demanded. So I told her with all the excitement you might get from a sleepy turtle that Norman wouldn’t be returning to school until next week, and that he and I were going to be getting rides from now on. “There’s plenty of room for me in your car, Matt,” she hinted,
on his lap like he was wondering how he could ditch him. Meanwhile, the guy with the headset waved frantically at Kent, then dragged a finger across his throat. Kent exhaled and peered into a camera. “Robotic boy or robotic bust?” he said in his smooth show-host voice. “We’ll continue to keep a close eye on this story.” When the headset guy gave the all-clear signal, Kent peeled off Norman, stood, and handed the robot to me. “If you ever get this thing working right, give us a call.” He turned
anything, junior?” Thanks again, Dad! I pretended to be suddenly deaf, to go along with my nonworking mouth. Mom moved closer to the box. Th-th-th-th-th, Norman snickered, in his Frenchy robot way. Mom dipped her head so she was inches from the box, and pushed aside peanuts and straw, searching for the source of the weird sound. That was when Norman launched himself at my mom in a burning rockets way, wrapping his arms around her and plastering her with kisses. “Maman!” he said, in between