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The Hegemony of Dust(New York Urban Style) The boardrooms of Wall Street were the real battlefields of the twenty-first century. There were no guns, only spreadsheets and non-disclosure agreements. Julian Thorne, CEO of Aethelgard, didn't believe in luck; he believed in leverage. His rival, Marcus Sterling of OmniCorp, had found something that changed the game: the "Probability Engine." It wasn't a machine, but a...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 2 Views 0 previzualizareVă rugăm să vă autentificați pentru a vă dori, partaja și comenta!
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The Fourteenth Amendment: A Private Eye StoryAct I: The Spark I was twelve years on the LAPD when I learned what honesty costs. I learned it in a room on the fourth floor of the Harold Goodworth Building, sitting across from Detective Chief Raymond Malone, watching him slide a folder across a steel desk. The folder contained a case. A junkie named Ricky Morales. Caught with two ounces of heroin. Easy conviction. Easy prison time. But...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 3 Views 0 previzualizare
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The New York SignalACT ONE I don't believe in ghosts. But the signal had a name. And it was hers. It was October 2031. The DUMBO apartment had no heat, and I didn't bother turning the radiator on. Cold keeps you sharp. That's what I told myself every morning at 5:30, pouring three fingers of vodka into a coffee mug that still had Elena's initials burned into the ceramic. The signal came in at 6:12 AM, buried...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 1 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Blue AbyssEdinburgh, December 1893. The fog rolled in from the Firth of Forth like a living thing, thick and yellow and smelling of coal smoke and the sea. I am Dr. Silas Thornfield, twenty-nine years old, pathologist at the Royal Infirmary, and I am losing my mind. Or rather, I am gaining a mind that sees what others cannot. It began with the corpse. A woman, approximately forty years of age, found in a...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 1 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Ashes of Rust-9The dust on Rust-9 had a color that no one on Earth had a name for. It was not red, not brown, not orange. It was the color of something that had been metal once and had forgotten what that meant. Mara called it "rust" because that was the closest word, and the colony called itself "Rust-9" because the people who had built it had been dark humorists who thought naming a desolate mining colony...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 3 Views 0 previzualizare
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THE MIRROR IN THE BASEMENTACT I: THE WINDOWLESS ROOM Lord Alistair Finch-Worthingham inherited Blackwood Park on a Tuesday in November, which seemed appropriate: Tuesdays were the kind of days on which serious things happened—inheritances, deaths, the slow realization that one's life has been a performance for an audience that stopped watching years ago. The house was exactly as one might expect a country house named...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 3 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Inheritors of Sin(Variant V-05: Film Noir) The rain in Seattle never stopped; it just changed from a drizzle to a deluge. In the neon-lit shadows of the "Under-City," a thirteen-year-old named Jax ran the most successful information brokerage in the ruins. He wore a trench coat three sizes too big and smoked herbal cigarettes that tasted like burnt rubber. Jax didn't believe in the "Tragedy of the Radiance." He...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 2 Views 0 previzualizare
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The-Hermetic-CompositorArthur Pendelton had spent six years breathing coal dust before he ever held anything that glowed on its own. The Pendelton laboratory sat atop a converted warehouse in Whitechapel, its windows permanently stained with soot and rain. Inside, the air smelled of ozone, copper, and something Arthur could never identify — a sharp, metallic scent that seemed to rise from the brass-and-ebony machine...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 3 Views 0 previzualizare
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THE QUIET ENDFrank O'Malley woke at six in the morning. It was not an alarm clock that woke him. It was the habit of waking at six, established twelve years ago in a base camp in the Ho Chi Minh Trail and never broken, even after he broke everything else. He lay in the dark. The apartment was small—one bedroom, one bathroom, a kitchen that was really just a corner with a stove and a refrigerator the size of...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 3 Views 0 previzualizare
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The last light of New CarthageShe came to him on a night like any other—fog pressing against the gas lamps of the city, tide grinding itself against the limestone cliffs below the harbor. But this night, Arthur Blackwood was not himself. He had been awake for three days and two nights, pacing the stone floor of his study at Blackwood Manor, surrounded by pages of calculations that no sane man would believe. Then she...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 3 Views 0 previzualizare
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The last light of New CarthageShe came to him on a night like any other—fog pressing against the gas lamps of the city, tide grinding itself against the limestone cliffs below the harbor. But this night, Arthur Blackwood was not himself. He had been awake for three days and two nights, pacing the stone floor of his study at Blackwood Manor, surrounded by pages of calculations that no sane man would believe. Then she...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 11 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Mirror Caste## Act I: The Silver Hierarchy The Solaris-1 was a floating pyramid of glass and greed. At the apex lived the "Luminaries," the scientists and administrators who breathed filtered air and drank synthetic wine. At the base lived the "Soot-Walkers," the cleaners who spent their lives in the radioactive glare of the mirrors. Caleb was a Soot-Walker, a man whose identity was defined by the grit...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 3 Views 0 previzualizare
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