Awakened after being cryogenically frozen for forty years, a death row inmate is cleared of a murder by The Innocence Machine, an infallible piece of machinery that has replaced juries and judges. Set free into a landscape ravaged by disease, he searches for his son, the only witness to the murder. There is only one problem—what if The Innocence Machine was wrong?
Dead Man Walking—that’s what they used to call prisoners on Death Row. In my case, Dead Man Rolling would have been more appropriate. When you’re strapped into a gurney with your head immobilized, you have nowhere to look but straight. You can’t look left, you can’t look right; you can only look straight up at the glare coming from the lights overhead. You’ll do anything to slow down time, to lengthen the few minutes of life you have left.