In memory of Terry Pratchett,who showed us all how it’s done
Imagine, Sir David, the end of all you ever wanted brought about because an idiot banker did not prioritize highly enough a simple request from their master . . .
If an ancient horror invites you into its limousine at gunpoint—
Identity is theft, don’t trust anyone whose state vector hasn’t forked for more than a gigasecond, change is the only constant, et bloody cetera.
Horror fiction allows us to confront and sublimate our fears of an uncontrollable universe, but the threat verges on the overwhelming and may indeed carry the protagonists away. Spy fiction in contras...
For my sins and because I discovered a wunch of bankers suffering from the syndrome to which we’ve assigned the keyword OPERA CAPE, I have been seconded to the shiny new exploration phase of DRESDEN R...
Everything – the entire 400-megabuck investment, ten years of Company black operations – depends on what happens in the next few hours.
Emma has switched from sanguine to sanguinary in a matter of seconds,
Brains mouses over one of the images.
All around the UK, the lights are going out and the shutters are falling across the doors of dozens of offices and remote installations. The lights will stay on for a while longer at a handful of site...
A young filly is leading her mater in. They’re both wearing green wellies, and there’s something so indefinably horsey about them that I have to pinch myself and remember that were-ponies do not exist...
Butcher, baker, fusion-reactor maker.
When you’re sentenced to drive a Smart car on a road where everything else has a speed best described by its mach number, you tend to pay attention.
Let slip the yapping chihuahuas of infowar
Fewer and fewer of our progenitors were replicating themselves via the weird, squishy process to which they devoted their organs of entertainment.
Crisis. Attempts were made to organize a captive breeding population, but the natural objections of the population in question to being so manipulated—combined with our own innate reflexive obedience—...
Can’t decide whether his next show should be a sitcom about government bureaucrats or a horror series
And go looking for a potted plant that appears hardy enough to survive being irrigated with the stuff.
An autonome, a native of this continuum:
A man cannot make himself believe a lie just because it profits him. Men