Signaled
Right now my mind is full of images, an overwhelming flood of memories and ideas—you have any idea how many memories are buried in the mind? Fishing for bluegill on Lake Argyle with my father, the hoo...
Realizes that this is just like life must be for about 99 percent of the people in the world. You're in this place. There's other people all around you, but they don't understand you and you don't und...
Pauses for a moment to get the answer queued up in his output buffer.
Mathematics professor in Russia slugging it out with another mathematics professor in India, kilobyte for kilobyte, over some stupefyingly arcane detail in prime number theory, while an eighteen-year-...
Mailing list, which is where all of the cool guys like John Cantrell hang out to discuss the very latest hashing algorithms and pseudo-random-number generators.
It was connected, by an underground tunnel and secret passages on every floor, directly to the brewery itself—thus allowing johns who needed to remain anonymous a way to escape if the brothel were rai...
It might be true in the future. But the rest of our lives will happen in the future, Randy, so we might as well get with the program now.
If the entire world were to become a police state obsessed with recovering old secrets, then vast resources might be thrown at the problem of factoring large composite numbers.
Dispossessed
Confined to a small volume of inhabitable space on Cleft for the remainder of their lives, were impoverished in many ways. Of information, however, they had an inexhaustible wealth. Essentially every...
As normally solved by engineers, would require any number of perfectly reasonable but aesthetically displeasing approximations. Lawrence’s solution would provide exact results.
And nothing was worse than getting stuck in a situation like that with nothing to read.
A post-agrarian religion in which literal sacrifice had been replaced by symbolic; they opened their meals with a re-enactment in effigy of that, then praised their God for a while, then asked Him for...
Zipper the Fatlanders called it. Cock-catcher it was to Hunfast, the hapless.
Your mistake, Ng says, is that you think that all mechanically assistedorganisms -- like me -- are pathetic cripples. In fact, we are better than wewere before.
Your ability to have empathy with the Geometer—to imagine what it would be like to be someone else—isn’t a mere courtesy. It is an innate process of consciousness.
You know, said Jack, I was a King for a while in Hindoostan, and my subjects would get worked up into a lather about a potato, which to them was worth as much as a treasure-chest. At first I'd want to...
You could get used to anything. You got used to it and then time raced by, and before you knew it, time was up.
Why would that cause him to pack up his bolt, chord, and sphere, and hurry to Ecba, of all places?