DRINKING SAPPHIRE WINE (Special Edition)Four-BEE was an Utopian city. If you didn't mind being taken care of all your long long life, having a wild time as a “jang" teenager, able to do anything you wanted from killing yourself innumerable times, changing bodies, changing sex, and raising perpetual hell, it could be heaven. But for one inhabitant there was always something askew. He/she had tried everything and yet the taste always soured. And then he/she succeeded in committing the one illegal act—and was thrown out of heaven forever. But forever is not a term any native of that robotic utopia understood. And so he/she challenged the rules, declared independence, and set out to prove that a human was still smarter than the cleverest and most protective robot... You don’t need to have read Tanith Lee's DON’T BITE THE SUN, which set the original scene, to find DRINKING SAPPHIRE WINE of the same high merit that distinguished this author’s THE BIRTHGRAVE. |
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... —for which Zirk made up, when female, by being about three feet tall, delicate as porcelain, and timid as a Four BOO sandrabbit. Then there were the ones like Kley, who, when male, was a quiet, well mannered nonentity, and became a.
... Kley,” I said. Kley was female right now, which meant watch out, but, when I glanced about, in a new body. Dazzling. Hair like lava, eyes like raw gold, skin like polished brass, and dressed to kill in see-through patterned with gold ...
... Kley's arrival on my heels was as unexpected as it was unwelcome. “You ought to pull yourself together,” she now bellowed, her voice striking and bouncing back off the steel statues lining the walk. “It's all over the city about your ...
Tanith Lee. “Kley,” I said, “look at me. Do I look strong enough to go through anything like that?” “Of course you don't,” she snapped. “That's how you had the body made, isn't it? But if I know you—” “Kley,” I said, “you don't.” Unlike ...
... . Beyond the transparalyzed windows, the Four BEE sun was trudging down the sky. And there, on a Steel bench, lolled Kley, smoking a hilarious golden cigar. “Paler than ever,” she remarked acidly. She flipped open an.