AT THE CORE The site of the radio telescope rose in the eastern sky, a low symmetrical cone silhouetted against drifts of stars whose cold light outshone the setting sun. Andrews flew the thopter low and fast over the dead land towards it; unlike Sutter, he was quite unafraid, or his fear was bur...
The sky, for once clear of the murk spewed by foundries and manufactories, the rich blue of the very best four-florins-to-the-ounce ultramarine. Men ambling to work along the Street of Dyers, leather-aproned, long gloves slung around their necks, hair brushed back and tucked under leather caps. C...
In Limbo The concierge was watching the valet clean the foyer when the new tenant came down the stairs. Normally, she wasn’t given to worrying about the occupants of the rooming house—mostly settlers working on short-term contracts, they came and went so quickly. But this young man was different....
They raved through the warren of underground halls and corridors like a pocket riot, scattering ordinary passengers and dodging security guards, finally crowding onto a shuttle that went north to Sao Paulo, taking with them someone who looked remarkably like Talbeck: a burly black-haired, blue-ey...
Transparent as jellyfish, dressed in full Edwardian rig, they drift singly or in pairs around and around the newly restored Ladies’ Smoking Room of the Grand Midland Hotel at St Pancras, adroitly avoiding passengers waiting to board the 1600 hours Trans-Europe Express. Alex Sharkey is the only pe...