Those of us who are going to live, Dinah Said, have to start living by our own lights.
This one was called Ark Madiba, after a Moiran biologist of the Fourth Millennium who had in turn been named in memory of a hero of Old Earth.
This is an incredibly realistic training exercise—even down to the point of using ethnically correct pilots, and detonating fake explosives on the ships. Lawrence heartily approves. Things have just b...
This is a terrible country for old people. You put them away in horrible buildings that are completely shut off from life, and then do everything possible to keep them alive. It is a very stupid syste...
This Land was made wrong. All of his efforts to make it right only spread the wrongness about in new ways. It is left to souls like me to decide what to do about it; and though I cannot see all the an...
They were assembling a rocket there. It was a big rocket. It all more or less made sense. There was no cargo too big to be barged up the Columbia River and then trucked the last few miles to Moses Lak...
They wanted to carry her, but she jumped to the stones of the plaza and strode away from the building, toward her ranks, which parted to make way for her. The streets of Pudong were filled with hungry...
These are one-time pads.
These Burbclaves! These citystates!So small, so insecure, that just about everything, like not mowing yourlawn, or playing your stereo too loud, becomes a national security issue.
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There was no way that these guys were going to let a bleeding, barefoot woman simply wander off alone into the streets. Two of them were already running toward her with hands reaching out in a manner...
There is an English expression: 'high-maintenance girlfriend,' Csongor remarked. Now, of course, Zula is not my girlfriend. Probably never would be, even if all this shit were not happening. And I thi...
There is a certain kind of small town that grows like a boil on the ass of every Army base in the world.
There followed one of those comical interludes in which the jihadists were confused about what to do next and fell to bitter recriminations.
Then she felt shock and shame over the fact that she was thinking about coffee while her planet was being set on fire.
Their eyes meet and her heart starts flopping around weakly, like a bunny in a Ziploc bag. He grins and waves.
The wording does not come naturally in this bastard language of Sabir, but Moseh’s plan was to synergistically leverage the value-added of diverse core competencies into a virtual entity whose whole w...
The temptation to cocoon in a microhotel pod on the slab, to eat hot noodles from a cup and watch videos, was strong.
The streets of Pudong were filled with hungry and terrified refugees, and through them, in simple peasant clothes streaked with the blood of herself and of others, broken shackles dangling from her wr...
The roads shed lanes, then insensibly narrowed, grew rougher and more tortuous, until without having noticed any sudden transitions we found ourselves driving on endless one-lane tracks and stopping t...