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That was his plan. Out on the time-weathered flagstones, beneath the deep blue dome of a sky bisected by a glittering torque of orbital-momentum-transfer bodies, you will stand in a row before your teachers and tyrants.
Banners rippled in the weak onshore breeze; paper skull-lanterns with mirror-polished eyes to repel evil spirits bounced gaudily beneath the eaves as he entered the inn.
I suppose so … Pierce trailed off, staring through the open window at the lower slopes of the hillside on which the clinic nestled. The plateau this reading room is built on—in fact, the entire upper crust—is riddled with storage cells of memory diamond, beneath a thin crust of sedimentary rock laid down to protect it. Overhead, three planets twinkled redly across the blind vault of the nighttime sky.
Even though we have reterraformed the Earth thousands of times over, strip-mined the sun, rearranged gas giants, built black holes, and ripped an entire star system from its native galactic cluster?
Palimpseste by Charles Stross
Most of his fellow students seemed to prefer the hedonistic abandon proffered by the Pleasure Empires, but Pierce held his own counsel and congratulated himself on his discovery of a more profound source of satisfaction. Berliner Weiss with Waldmeistersirup. A flare of nuclear fire lashes through the inner layers of the star. Kari, a quiet woman, one of the trainees from the class above him. The tap-boy vanished, returned with a stoneware mug full of warm suds that smelled faintly of bananas.
But where are we? He looked back toward the throne. The investigator from Internal Affairs leaned over Pierce, his hands clasped together in a manner that reminded Pierce of a hungry mantis.
The woman in red turned and sidestepped toward his bench, subvocalizing. Tear-up and tear-down is on the order of seven milliseconds, a seemingly tiny increment when you compare it to the trillion-year span that falls within our custody. Me with a whole lot more experience and age, and an attitude problem. The start of something vast.
But there are ways to stir it up again. Xiri, when excited, could be as dangerously prone to eruption as a Wolf-Rayet star.
Pierce shifted slightly on his stool, a growing tension in his crotch giving his distraction a focus. His own grandad’s will not be the only blood on his hands But someone seems to want to kill Pierce, and they’re willing to use the worst that time travel tech offers, to the point of changing entire timelines into unhistory- potential realities and events that once existed, but through casual manipulation are now only memories in the minds of the Stasis agents that witnessed them.
Continents slide and drift, scurrying and scraping across the surface of the mantle. For millions of years beforehand, the Earth was quiet, its continents fallen dark in the wake of a huge burping hiccup of magma that flooded from the junction of the Cocos and Nazca continental plates. Why are you worried? Pierce pondered his lack of reaction. I know I can resize it in my browser but that changes the font size on all browser tabs and it’s just such a bad decision to make it so small that I am curious why you would set it like that.
We can erase everything that gives meaning to your life if we feel like it. They are watching you. Having read most palimspest Charlie’s non-Merchant novels and a couple of shorts, I have to say this is up in my top three. Hugo Award for Best Novella. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.
The pressure and temperature at the core of the embryo star has risen so high that hydrogen nuclei floating in charle degenerate soup of electrons are bumping close to one another.
Luna has drifted farther from its primary, the tides quieting; meanwhile, the atmosphere has acquired a strange bluish tinge, evident sign of contamination by a toxic haze of oxygen.