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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... Thinta, in fact, was becoming a bit of a pain. “You need looking after she would say. “Someone to keep an eye on you ... Thinta's home was another of the ubiquitous palaces of Four BEE, with seven emerald towers, each one packed floor to ...
... Thinta could be an ordeal. The first time, I thought it was Thinta wailing and making those long, white-hot, silver-wire runnels down my back. But it wasn't Thinta, it was three of Thinta's cats. “No thanks, Thinta,” I said. “We can ...
... Thinta had visited me, oh yes, I well recall. Thinta, clothed by innuendo: “Do you remember that funny word ...” I had uttered it, apparently, on my way down. The funny word had turned out to.
... Thinta said she'd looked it up in the History Records. She said it sounded like a kind of very large special computer. She said it worried her, so she'd come along and worried me with it so she could feel better. In the end I arrived at ...
... Thinta, however, materializing in a mild frenzy, darted up and glared at Kley with one of those unique Thinta-glares that convey as much menace as a lollipop. “Attlevey,” said Kley, poking me in the ribs by way of a comma. “She here yet ...