The giant supertanker Prometheus sits at anchor in the Persian Gulf, holding 250,000 tons of crude oil. Somewhere on board is a crew member who is determined that the ship not make it to its destination in Europe. As the ship travels through the Indian Ocean, around South Africa, through the Atla...
Lat. 13° N. Long. 55° E. “Give me the binoculars,” Robin demanded, her voice suddenly tense. Richard didn’t hear her. Just at the moment she spoke, a sound, something more felt than heard, rumbled in his ears, distracting his attention from her and from his watch. He moved his head, concentrating...
Somewhere in the back of his mind he admitted that maybe Robin’s anti-insect campaign might not be such a waste of time after all. And he wondered vaguely what other jungle scourges might be returning to the river and its margins if the mosquitoes were making a comeback. But the thoughts were sub...
The outrigger itself was still in the water, though not fully submerged. Its torpedo shape was well over a metre in depth even before it rose into the up-arching wing and a metre or so was under the water, leaving a little less than a metre between its sleek, aqua-dynamic bottom and the coarse se...
W. Gibson, The Ice Cart ~ * ~ Chapter Nine Richard Mariner stepped out of the elevator onto the 38th floor of the United Nations building in New York and followed a secretary called Veronica down the corridor towards the offices of th...
‘Get your goggles on,’ he advised. ‘And get some CPR going, Steve. If your man’s not dead yet he needs help as fast as possible. Is he well clear of the shorting cable?’ ‘Yeah,’ came Steve’s shaky reply. ‘But I think we might be too late for CPR. He looks really weird under the infra-red – like h...
‘Bail or we’ll all drown!’ The tiny cockleshell of a rowing boat whirled out into the middle of the Great River. There was water everywhere – slopping over the sides, thundering down from the sky. The whole universe seemed to be made of liquid – and it was all swamping the boat at a terrifying ra...
'But wait. We do not need the clock. Whatever the hour, however near to noon, it is the General himself we need, for only he can hold the army back.' The others paused beside him and turned, only to swing back again at once, called away from the prospect of the distant war by the immediate impera...