A historian who works for a bank: That’s not the most likely background for someone who capers around the cosmos having adventures, is it?
When a customer clicks through the license conditions to play the game, they’re agreeing to add their phone as a node in a distributed server. More players equal more servers—not for themselves, I mig...
Twas the night before Christmas, the office was closed, The transom was shut, the staff home in repose; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, But St. Nicholas won’t be coming because this...
Private ownerships of a ...slave chip is illegal in many polities. It tends to be a government monopoly, much like other forms of violence. But I had fallen among pirates and life insurance underwrite...
Only debt is forever.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that every insterstellar colony in search of good fortune must be in need of a banker.
For programming is a job where Lovecraft meets tradecraft, all the time.
Down in the park with a friend called Five.
Loose lips don’t merely sink ships, they summon krakens with too many tentacles.
[...] Howard Phillips Lovecraft of Providence, Rhode Island, for cultivating a florid and overblown prose style that covered the entire spectrum from purple to ultraviolet and took sixteen volumes of...
To boldly go where no uploaded metahuman colony has gone before
One moment you’re cruising along effortlessly at thirty thousand feet while the cabin crew slosh the whisky around in business class, the next you’re in a screaming death-spiral with flames pouring fr...
Georgina darts forward, grabs my hand, and pumps it up and down while peering at my face as if she’s wondering why water isn’t gushing from my mouth.
Christmas: the one time of year when you can’t avoid the nuts in your family muesli.
Since the draw-down in forces triggered by the 2010 defense review, the units the Laundry can draw upon have been depleted. There are now just two SAS squadrons, 120 men in total, to cover all conting...
The morning after her date with her nerdishly cute prince of darkness, Cassie is scheduled for a lecture at nine o’clock. She blows it off because life’s too short and anyway the world is going to end...
The encapsulated bird your conspirators sent you to fetch. The sterilized male chicken with the Creator DNA sequences. The plot capon. Where is it?
Some people you just do not want to leave outside the tent pissing in, and in my early twenties, self-confident and naïve, I was about as safe to leave lying around unsupervised as half a ton of sweat...
Never attribute to malice that which can be explained by incompetence or overwork?
I’m not a morning person, I just do my best worrying when I should be asleep.