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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... never written in full in the previous section of the autobiography. Though spelled fully here, the meaning— though obviously still pretty bad—is also still obscure. zaradann Insane, nuts. Glossary. of. General. Terms. glar Early Four BEE ...
... never named until it was too late. My pet who died. Death, death everywhere, death in this society where no one dies.... “I wonder what sex Danor is going to be for the homecoming,” said Hergal, looking at me obliquely through his ...
... never read the History Records as I had done, and found, among their other little horrors, the ironic essay on frigidity, some ten rorls old. “Still,” said Hergal, “she's been in BAA long enough to get over her perpetual girlhood. That ...
... never laughed in their pretty and tragic faces. Death of that kind was a hard thing to realize, even for me, in this place where death never permanently threatened human life. Imagine those poets' expressions, rescued by the robots of ...
... never really unraveled the mystery. The farther back you went, the more fragmentary the Records—and it was something to do, I believe, with the days when uncertainty was everywhere. However, I began to like the privacy of the Tower, and ...