In response to a text question from Ohio, Millie said, "It's not a space elevator. It's a space fountain, different set of principles entirely. The press often gets this wrong. Tess, insert references 3 and 8. Send." A soft bong confirmed speech-rec had parsed correctly.
The tram came to a stop at Pontius and 1552nd street, in the favored colors of Chinatown Arc, red and gold.
""Mina! Come put your shoes on! You're not playing out there without shoes!"
Even though she didn't look the part, Mary Rattray was probably one of the dísir, one of the moirai or even a cailleach. As near as she could tell, she was one of the divine spirits or sorceresses found nearly everywhere in ancient European myth, a norn, an annis, one of the witches Shakespeare spoke of. It was the…
Well, according to the Standard Model, mass (which is where gravity comes from.) exists because of the Higgs Field.
(With apologies to the surviving family members and estate of Stanislaw Lem.)
It cost a big coin to get an apartment with a view in Elevator One, on Monazite 40. Amadi, who grew up only seeing house plants and hydroponic farms, found it impressive enough but, he wasn't really here for the view.
The Battle for 33⅓ began in the trailing Trojan of Blackcake.
Actually, as a real estate agent, I can tell you that it wasn't anti-gravity.
"Global tensions have escalated today, after the signing of several territorial concessions and mutual defense pacts between China and Pakistan. In response to this new, close alliance, the Indian Embassy withdraw all ambassadors and related staff from both China and Pakistan.
Couldn't say it better myself. Without the deeply biting satire, what's the point?
No flying saucers blotted out the sky making demands.
It was a few hours drifting in towards the Rings of Remembrance. There was concern our exhaust would disrupt them, so the ship coasted in for a close look.
It was a simple straightforward question, often those are the hardest to answer.
"Whoa! What's that for?" Stanley asked.
It was a phone booth in the rain, in Seattle, outside a bar in Wallingford, at three in the morning. It was 1975, a few weeks before Halloween. I was calling a cab when I was held up by two time travelers.
Here's a image my life recorder snapped while hiking along a ridge on Europa. It was my little vacation from the helium mining on Jupiter. I won't bore with my job.
The sign was Jonathan's latest achievement. He built it out of recovered letters from other neon signs. It was juiced by a windmill and a photovoltaic array and big set of car batteries.
Sure, at the age of eleven, Tod thought it was magical to discover he was living inside a game simulation. He thought it was wonderful to learn all these secret ways to change reality to his favor. He could gain magical power or dodge death.
This was the last Alulim saw of the Moon before the Earth's biosphere was digitized into computronium and the Sun was enclosed in the Swarm, plunging the Solar System into perpetual darkness.