xxii. Kiyoshi had ridden on a Voidstream before. The boss-man’s private spaceship, the Angel, was one. But Adnan Kharbage’s model beat the Angel all to hell in the luxury stakes. Instead of several round decks stacked on top of each other, it had a single cabin running the length of the fuselag...
xi. Colden jogged through the wreckage of the nameless town, circling wide of the impact crater in the city center. This conurbation was so wrecked, Star Force hadn’t even bothered to designate it as a target. She crunched through knee-deep debris and clambered over fragments of regocrete walls...
xxxiii. “Tread on it.” I have no feet, Jun responded. “It’s only a picture. An arbitrary arrangement of zeros and ones, like everything else.” The universe is not binary. “Oh yes, it is. Hot/cold, light/dark, matter/anti-matter, life/death, good/evil .. we could go on, but we’ve already been ar...
xxii. “Mendoza. Mendoza!” Mendoza crawled through the dark. He was not aware of the cold. He felt no pain. Ahead of him burnt a warm, welcoming light. He crawled towards it eagerly. He was going home. “By His most tender mercy, may the Lord pardon you …” A familiar figure approached out of the ...