In the absence of any real progress, gunter subculture had become mired in bravado, bullshit, and pointless infighting. It was sad, really.
If there was a bright center to the universe, I was on the planet it was farthest from.
I unclenched them. Then I glanced back at Ellen, to see if she was watching all of this. She was staring at Casey with a helpless expression, and her eyes were filled with pity.
Douglas Adams. Kurt Vonnegut. Neal Stephenson. Richard K. Morgan. Stephen King. Orson Scott Card. Terry Pratchett. Terry Brooks. Bester, Bradbury, Haldeman, Heinlein, Tolkien, Vance, Gibson, Gaiman, S...
Dancing games.
وقتی تمام دنیایت تبدیل به تپاله می شود و تنها کسی که برای اختلاط پیدا می کنی،نرم افزار سیستم عامل تجهیزاتت می شود، می فهمی که یک تنه به تمام زندگیت گند زده ای.
Stood frozen as the robots lumbered by, joints clanking and servos whining.
One in the world ever gets what they want and that is beautiful.
You're welcome.
Without the built-in sexual release valve provided by masturbation, it’s doubtful that early humans would have ever mastered the secrets of fire or discovered the wheel. And you can bet that Galileo,...
When my ship reached Syrinx, I saw the twin moons, By-Tor and Snow Dog, that orbited the planet. Their names were taken from another classic Rush song.
Users could now teleport back and forth between their favorite fictional worlds. Middle Earth. Vulcan. Pern. Arrakis. Magrathea. Discworld, Mid-World, Riverworld, Ringworld. Worlds upon worlds.
Three hidden keys open three secret gatesWherein the errant will be tested for worthy traitsAnd those with the skill to survive these straitsWill reach The End where the prize awaits
These items were nothing but ones and zeros stored on the OASIS servers, but they were also status symbols.
Then, on the evening of February 11, 2045, an avatar’s name appeared at the top of the Scoreboard, for the whole world to see.
Their avatars all sat motionless, with their eyes closed. This was a signal that they were engaged, meaning they were currently on phone calls, browsing the Web, or logged into chat rooms. It was poor...
The bay doors embedded on the starboard side of the Doolittle’s bow irised open and the Icebreaker launched out of it, accompanied by a dense escort of three dozen fighters.
She used to have to force me to log out every night, because I never wanted to return to the real world. Because the real world sucked.
Notaba que iba sucumbiendo a una desesperanza inconmensurable.
No, Daito said. We’re not. You’re all strangers to us. For all we know, any one of you could be a Sixer spy.