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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... Danor—” “I involved myself,” said Danor. “They want you out of the circle.” “Splendid,” I said. “And don't expect any tears.” “Zirk's been going to the History Tower,” said Hatta carefully to me. “Did you know? He's been there all night.
... Zirk's been looking them up.” Close by, the swan sneezed. Hatta blinked uneasily. “Don't say that,” he warned. “It's no laughing matter.” I met Zirk outside Silver Mountain two units later. Danor was inside, buying some pet vitamins for ...
... Zirk impale me. But a cryogenic sensation idled up my guts like a cold snake out for a walk. Of course, odds on there would be a crowd, after Zirk's public fashion of announcing our plans. This, though, sounded as if half the city had ...
... Zirk, Hergal, Doval, and Kley between them had recruited their own bees to erect a temporary fence to hold the crowd ... Zirk's sword personally, and sparks were flying. Hergal lounged in the shade, handsomely bored. I could see he was ...
... Zirk stood up and cracked his muscles loudly. Doval, primed in the formalities, came over and offered me wine, which I ... Zirk's sword, that is. I'd temporarily forgotten how much more agile slight, poetic me was than this muscle-bound ...