Now. The monosyllable had all the give of a depleted uranium slug. You had better come and see us now.
It's always far easier to murder and tear down than it is to build and educate. Easier to let power accumulate than diffuse.
It is true, I spend some of my leisure time in purchased sexual release, both real and virtual. Or, as you so elegantly put it, whorehouses.
I shook my head. I don’t have the energy to hate the corporates, Hand. Where would I start? And like Quell says, Rip open the diseased heart of a corporation and what spills out?People.That’s right. P...
Humans, short- lived and locked out of the gray places for life, do not do well with uncertainty. If they cannot have what might, what could, what should, and perhaps most awful of all what should hav...
Hand over your responses to the man who triggers them, and you have already lost the battle for self. Look beyond, and find yourself there instead.
Bullet-proof, right?’ ‘Mmm.’ Kawahara tipped her head to one side. ‘Depends on the bullet, I would say. But impact resistant, certainly.
An-Kirilnar is. The Helmsman stopped dead, so abruptly that it took her a moment to realize there were no more words coming. Flicker of shifting light across the optics, there and gone. But this time...
Officious.
You know nothing of me. Through clenched teeth. . You’ve fucked me, that’s all. Well, that’s a crowded hole you’re in, darling. And us humans, we’re a lying, dissembling bunch, remember. Doesn’t pay t...
Worse fates than being forced into a place where your choice of acts is limited to those where your soul burns brightest.
Wardani had donned the emotional equivalent of a vacuum suit, the only response left in the human armoury when the moral parameters of the outside environment have grown so outrageously variable that...
Too much virtuality will do that to you sometimes. There’s this vague feeling of abrasion in the head when you disconnect, a disquieting sense that reality isn’t quite sharp enough anymore, a waxing a...
There are some arenas so corrupt that the only clean acts possible are nihilistic.
The priest I didn’t talk to at all, because I didn’t want to have to hide his body afterward.
The human race has dreamed of heaven and hell for millennia. Pleasure or pain unending, undiminished, and uncurtailed by the strictures of life or death. Thanks to virtual formatting, these fantasies...
The car boosted up and presumably out because I heard the drumming of rain against the bodywork. There was a faint smell of leather from the upholstery, which beat the odour of faeces on the inbound j...
Take what is offered and that must sometimes be enough.
Rich people do this. They have the power and they see no reason not to use it. Men and women are just merchandise, like everything else. Store them, freight them, decant them. Sign at the bottom, plea...
Religion is religion, however you wrap it, and like Quell says, a preoccupation with the next world pretty clearly signals an inability to cope credibly with this one.