this is the voice of re:mote induction.Friday, September 17, 2004
Like most science fiction writers, Trout knew almost nothing about science, was bored stiff by technical details. But no cry from a whistle had got very far from Earth for this reason: sound could only travel in an atmosphere, and the atmosphere of Earth relative to the planet wasn't even as thick as the skin of an apple.
- Breakfast of Champions
- Kurt Vonnegut
Place difference did not have this significance for them.
It will end, Childan thought. Someday.
The very idea of place.
Not governed and governing, but people.
-The Man In The High Castle
-Philip k. Dick
Much of the revelation was to come from the stamp collection Pierce had left, his substitute often for her - thousands of little coloured windows into deep vistas of space and time: savannahs teaming with elands and gazelles, galleons sailing west into the void, Hitler heads, sunsets, cedars of Lebanon, allegorical faces that never were, he could spend hours peering into each one, ignoring her.
-The Crying Of Lot 49
-Thomas Pynchon
'Nine-year-old kids aren't supposed to read. They're supposed to sit in front of violent video games, frying their brains'.
The kid's teeth shone an unreal white in the dark, 'I'm a rebel.'
-Want To Play?
-P.J. Tracy
Happiness annihilates us: we lose our identity
-The End of The Affair
-Graham Greene
The envelopes without strips - the licking ones - Jackie throws them on to a pile she's invented: Discard Pile B. For three-sixty an hour she's not going to lick anything. People should think about that when they send SAE's.
-Bright Young Things
-Scarlett Thomas
Yes, he thought, I'm the man with the KICK ME sign pinned on him. No matter how hard he tries he can't whirl around fast enough to see it. But his intuition tells him it it's there. He watches other people and gauges their actions. He infers from what they do. He infers that the sign is there because he sees them lining up to kick him.
-Time Out Of Joint
-Philip K. Dick
Lisa Durnau burst from the cubicle, rushed to the Paperchase store, bought a pad and a big marker. Then she ran for her train. She never made it. Somewhere between the fifth and sixth carriages, it hit her like lightning. She knew exactly what she had to do. She knelt sobbing on the platform, while her shaking hands tried to jam down equations. Ideas poured through her. She was hard wired to the cosmos. The evening shift detoured around her, not staring. It's all right, she wanted to say. It's so all right.
-River Of Gods
-Ian McDonald
A name. A title. It means nothing. Identity is a much larger and looser construct in CyberEarth. Brahma is a geographically dispersed entity across many nodes and many sub-components, lower level aeais, that may not realise they are part of a large sentience.
-River Of Gods
-Ian McDonald
- Breakfast of Champions
- Kurt Vonnegut
Place difference did not have this significance for them.
It will end, Childan thought. Someday.
The very idea of place.
Not governed and governing, but people.
-The Man In The High Castle
-Philip k. Dick
Much of the revelation was to come from the stamp collection Pierce had left, his substitute often for her - thousands of little coloured windows into deep vistas of space and time: savannahs teaming with elands and gazelles, galleons sailing west into the void, Hitler heads, sunsets, cedars of Lebanon, allegorical faces that never were, he could spend hours peering into each one, ignoring her.
-The Crying Of Lot 49
-Thomas Pynchon
'Nine-year-old kids aren't supposed to read. They're supposed to sit in front of violent video games, frying their brains'.
The kid's teeth shone an unreal white in the dark, 'I'm a rebel.'
-Want To Play?
-P.J. Tracy
Happiness annihilates us: we lose our identity
-The End of The Affair
-Graham Greene
The envelopes without strips - the licking ones - Jackie throws them on to a pile she's invented: Discard Pile B. For three-sixty an hour she's not going to lick anything. People should think about that when they send SAE's.
-Bright Young Things
-Scarlett Thomas
Yes, he thought, I'm the man with the KICK ME sign pinned on him. No matter how hard he tries he can't whirl around fast enough to see it. But his intuition tells him it it's there. He watches other people and gauges their actions. He infers from what they do. He infers that the sign is there because he sees them lining up to kick him.
-Time Out Of Joint
-Philip K. Dick
Lisa Durnau burst from the cubicle, rushed to the Paperchase store, bought a pad and a big marker. Then she ran for her train. She never made it. Somewhere between the fifth and sixth carriages, it hit her like lightning. She knew exactly what she had to do. She knelt sobbing on the platform, while her shaking hands tried to jam down equations. Ideas poured through her. She was hard wired to the cosmos. The evening shift detoured around her, not staring. It's all right, she wanted to say. It's so all right.
-River Of Gods
-Ian McDonald
A name. A title. It means nothing. Identity is a much larger and looser construct in CyberEarth. Brahma is a geographically dispersed entity across many nodes and many sub-components, lower level aeais, that may not realise they are part of a large sentience.
-River Of Gods
-Ian McDonald
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