Science fiction is not quirky anymore; we live in a futuristic world now.

There are ten abilities, but no one has more than one—except me. I’m different that way. I have…more.”
“You mean you have all ten.”
I shrug my shoulders and nod.
“And you say you’re different, huh?”
“I am. I’m the only one—at least the first one,” I add, remembering what Sir Theo suggested about me being a more evolved species. A smile drifts to my mouth but fades when I notice Max staring at me with such disinterest that I become embarrassed.
“I see. So is it just you who likes to think you’re special or all the teens in your world?”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Forget it. I guess I’m just trying to figure you out.

In all the useful arts the world is either standing still or going backwards.

I want to be the Cecil B. DeMille of science fiction.

Tally smiled. At least she was causing trouble to the end. "I'm Tally Youngblood," she said. "make me pretty.

How inappropriate to call this planet "Earth," when it is clearly "Ocean.