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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... dreams of me, your dreams of the sun and the rain and the antique tribes who roamed me once with their herds and their weird ways? You, who moaned and whined, covering metal-tape with cries and yearning, you, you effete thalldrap. Now's ...
... Dream Rooms because you can't even get through a dream any more without messing it up. You're trying to live eighty rorls back in the past because you can't come to terms with things as they are.” “You can,” I said. “You've stopped ...
... Dream Rooms, since even the most meticulously programmed dreams—awash with swords, dragons, and so on —invariably turned into nightmares of the unprogrammed sort. The very last time I went I woke up screaming, and created history once ...
... dream, but outside in the sunny garden the swan, having snapped its leash, was plodding about and sneezing like a vivacious klaxon. Though it was the pop-pop of the porch signal which had waked me. I switched on the signal image. There ...
... Dream Room fantasies and the Adventure Palace. “Been practicing?” I inquired. “Do you accept swords?” he grated. “If it will shut you up.” Zirk looked about at the crowd, and flexed everything he had. “Since my body is a good foot ...