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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... circle, which had enlarged itself, as most Jang circles do, over the last twelve vreks, had got sensitive about my “eternal maleness”—as Hergal was pleased to call it. I had come to the conclusion that Hergal, himself predominantly male ...
... circle personally, and with whom he spent so many secret hours, now pursued me up and down the movi-rails, walk-ways, and sky-lanes of Four BEE, her hair flapping like a rainbow flag, and her face alight with predatory instincts. Even ...
... circle freaks.” I resented, I will admit, being classed with Hatta, whom we'd just seen trundle by outside, looking like a scarlet balloon on three legs that had been struck simultaneously by lightning and plague. Hatta had also thrown ...
... circle's going to the lock to welcome her in. Probably a few other circles, too, recollecting that old thing she had about playing hard to get.” “Go on, Kley,” I said. “Strain yourself; play hard to get.” She nearly got me with a ...
... circle that it was that nice little thing in pink, and the Jang male— Doval, by name—was saying he thought it was the other, nicer little thing in red. “Yes, Thinta,” I said. “But are you sure?” Thinta persisted. “Because I've brought ...