Brahman and I are buddies.
Marla poked Duncan. He stepped forward. “Maybe I can help.”
Atomic Jack looked at him., his eyes glowed a sickening shade of radioactive orange. “I really don’t see how.” He slipped off his glove and his hand burst into small flames. The guy didn’t yell though, or make out like he was in pain. He just grinned and showed a mouthful of orange teeth.
The beauty of a thought is true science fiction.
Veil wouldn’t make his military invincible, but it would render every other military indefensible. Veil was it. Game over, fuckholes.
You mean old books?”
“Stories written before space travel but about space travel.”
“How could there have been stories about space travel before –“
“The writers,” Pris said, “made it up.
I think you have bits of Primord in your hair…And you look …bloody…You look a mess, Halíka…But you are still the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on.
When I was a child, I thought as a child. But now I have put away childish things.
I am constantly amazed by how much stranger science is than science fiction
It’s been a pleasure pleasing you.
There’s a sameness to streetlife. On every world I’ve ever been, the same underlying patterns play out, flaunt and vaunt, buy and sell, like some distilled essence of human behavior seeping out from whatever clanking political machine has been dropped on it from above.