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5 viewsThey were black suede oxfords with narrow toes and extremely thick corrugated soles of scarlet plastic.She followed in his tracks, beginning to shiver, up the gray steps to number 17."It's me then," he said to the black-painted door, "innit." Then he sighed, set all four suitcases down in the snow, removed the fingerless glove from his right hand, and pressed his palm against a circle of bright steel set flush with one of the door panels.Kumiko thought she heard a faint whine, a gnat sound that rose in pitch until it vanished, and then the door vibrated with the muffled impact of magnetic bolts as they withdrew."You called it Smoke," she said, as he reached for the brass knob, "the city.
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1 viewsThe Net leased the five topmost floors, where her permanent suite had been installed, and the Envoy had come to enjoy a certain belated reputation with artists and entertainers.Now she smiled as the helicopter rose past a disinterested robot bighorn pretending to munch lichen beside the illuminated waterfall.The absurdity of the place always delighted her; even Bobby had enjoyed it.She glanced out at the Envoy's heliport, where the Sense/Net logo had been freshly repainted on heated, floodlit concrete.
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1 views"No use knocking there," he said, gesturing clumsily with the heavy cases in his hand, indicating the glossy red paint and polished brass fittings of 16's door."Nothing behind it but twenty inches of ferroconcrete." She looked down the crescent, nearly identical facades receding along its shallow curve.The snow fell more thickly now, and the featureless sky was lit with a salmon glow of sodium lamps.The street was deserted, the snow fresh and unmarked.
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0 views"Oh, Christ," Grishkin said, "I'm sorry, Colonel.I know you can't go back." * * * When he entered the museum, he found Pilot Tatjana suspended before that hateful painting of the Mars landing, her cheeks slick with tears."Do you know, Colonel, they have a bust of you at Baikonur? In bronze.I used to pass it on my way to lectures." Her eyes were red-rimmed with sleeplessness.
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0 viewsWas it simply craziness, as he sometimes thought in his most cynical moods? Or was he able to glimpse a subtle manifestation of some weird, unbalanced force that he had often suspected of being human evolution in action? Once, and only once, Korolev had seen that look in his own eyes on the day he'd stepped onto the soil of the Coprates Basin.The Martian sunlight, glinting within his helmet visor, had shown him the reflection of two steady, alien eyes fearless, yet driven and the quiet, secret shock of it, he now realized, had been his life's most memorable, most transcendental moment.Above the portraits, oily and inert, was a painting that depicted the landing in colors that reminded him of borscht and gravy, the Martian landscape reduced to the idealistic kitsch of Soviet Socialist realism.The artist had posed the suited figure beside the lander with all of the official style's deeply sincere vulgarity.
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0 viewsTall windows with frames painted white, dividing the white beyond that into rectangles, each pane, and that must be snow....
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0 viewsThe Net leased the five topmost floors, where her permanent suite had been installed, and the Envoy had come to enjoy a certain belated reputation with artists and entertainers.Now she smiled as the helicopter rose past a disinterested robot bighorn pretending to munch lichen beside the illuminated waterfall.The absurdity of the place always delighted her; even Bobby had enjoyed it.She glanced out at the Envoy's heliport, where the Sense/Net logo had been freshly repainted on heated, floodlit concrete.
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16 viewsIn spite of the Jaguar's speed, Kumiko felt as if somehow she were standing still; London's particles began to accrete around her.Walls of wet brick, arches of concrete, black-painted ironwork standing up in spears.As she watched, the city began to define itself.Off the M4, while the Jaguar waited at intersections, she could glimpse faces through the snow, flushed gaijin faces above dark clothing, chins tucked down into scarves, women's bootheels ticking through silver puddles.
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Photo of a painting, by my mate Pete Rumble1 viewsPhoto of a painting, by my mate Pete Rumble
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0 viewsA lamp with a green glass shade glowed on a long wooden table.Tall windows with frames painted white, dividing the white beyond that into rectangles, each pane, and that must be snow...
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0 viewsThat had sent him shuffling unhappily off in search of Swain, and when he'd returned, looking no happier, the answer had been yes.Bundled in several layers of her warmest clothing, she stood in the white-painted foyer, studying the hunting prints while Petal lectured the red-faced man, whose name was Dick, behind closed doors.She couldn't distinguish individual words, only a low torrent of admonition.The Maas-Neotek unit was in her pocket, but she avoided touching it.
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