The Hollow Ones. Hollowed Ones, #1

In a locked facility north of San Francisco, twelve tanks hold twelve bodies. They breathe. Their hearts beat. Their hands are curled. And not one of them has a brain that knows what it is. Molecular biologist Petra Ross took the job for the salary-and because someone knew about her research before it was even published. What she finds inside Revive BioSystems is beyond anything she could've prepared for: a program so far ahead of publicly known science that it doesn't have a name yet.
The clients who've paid millions for what's in those tanks aren't sick. They're just afraid of dying. And they have enough money to make sure someone else carries that fear for them. Brynn is twenty-eight weeks along and can't leave. Not with what she'd owe them if she tried. Not with what she's beginning to understand about what she's carrying. The paperwork calls it a unit. The paperwork uses a lot of words like that. Reporter Sloane Archer has been working the story for eight months from the outside, with three sources and a satellite image and the phrase that one of them gave her: They're building an industry before anyone's decided whether the industry should be legal. Inside the facility, Petra is building something too.
A picture, piece by piece. Of who the clients are. Of what the program is actually planning. Of the two files labeled state-level that she can't open yet. And of the single entry in the donor genome database that no one was supposed to find. The Hollow Ones is a dark, propulsive near-future thriller about what happens when the money to live forever meets the technology to make it possible-and what gets lost in the space between.