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2 viewsOpened her eyes but there was only the ceiling, white squares of acoustic tile.Turned her head to the left.White plastic wall with one of those fake windows, hi-rez animation of a beach with palm trees and waves; watch the water long enough and you'd see the same waves rolling in, looped, forever.Except the thing was broken or worn out, a kind of hesitation in the waves, and the red of the sunset pulsed like a bad fluorescent tube.
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Sunset_in_the_waves7 viewsSunset_in_the_waves
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Sunset38 views." Your father 's v?v?s are altered , partially erased , redrawn ....
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0 viewsSometimes she felt as though she'd had three lives, each walled away from the others by something she couldn't name, and no hope of wholeness, ever.There were the child's memories of the Maas arcology, carved into the summit of an Arizona mesa, where she'd hugged a sandstone balustrade, face into the wind, and felt as though the whole hollowed tableland was her ship, that she could steer out into those sunset colors beyond the mountains.Later, she'd flown away from there, her fear a hard thing in her throat.She could no longer recall her last glimpse of her father's face.
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0 viewsWinter Journey [2] Night fell during the Underground's peak evening traffic, though even then it was nothing like Tokyo, no shiroshi-san struggling to wedge a last few passengers in as the doors were closing.Kumiko watched the salmon haze of sunset from a windy platform on the Central Line, Colin lounging against a broken vending machine with a row of cracked, dusty windows."Time now," he said, "and keep your head demurely down through Bond Street and Oxford Circus." "But I must pay, when I leave the system?" "Not everyone does, actually," he said, tossing his forelock.She set off for the stairs, no longer requiring his directions to find her way to the opposite platform.
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Just an impromptu click at sunset2 viewsJust an impromptu click at sunset
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1 viewsKumiko watched the salmon haze of sunset from a windy platform on the Central Line, Colin lounging against a broken vending machine with a row of cracked, dusty windows."Time now," he said, "and keep your head demurely down through Bond Street and Oxford Circus." "But I must pay, when I leave the system?" "Not everyone does, actually," he said, tossing his forelock.She set off for the stairs, no longer requiring his directions to find her way to the opposite platform.Her feet were very cold again, and she thought of the fleece-lined German boots in the closet in her room at Swain's.
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1 viewsBut a certain thing eludes her, one special fragment of the puzzle that is history.At the edge of oak shadow, beneath a steel and salmon sunset, in this France that isn't France, she asks Bobby for the answer to her final question.They waited in the drive at midnight, because Bobby had promised her an answer.As the clocks in the house struck twelve, she heard the hiss of tires over gravel.
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0 viewsA shadow sometimes crosses the distant screen, but only for an instant: Robin Lanier has been found strangled, frozen, on the mountainscaped facade of the New Suzuki Envoy; both Angie and Continuity know whose long strong hands throttled the star and threw him there.But a certain thing eludes her, one special fragment of the puzzle that is history.At the edge of oak shadow, beneath a steel and salmon sunset, in this France that isn't France, she asks Bobby for the answer to her final question.They waited in the drive at midnight, because Bobby had promised her an answer.
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1 viewsRed star, winter orbit Colonel Korolev twisted slowly in his harness, dreaming of winter and gravity.Young again, a cadet, he whipped his horse across the late November steppes of Kazakhstan into dry red vistas of Martian sunset.That's wrong, he thought And woke in the Museum of the Soviet Triumph in Space to the sounds of Romanenko and the KGB man's wife.They were going at it again behind the screen at the aft end of the Salyut, restraining straps and padded hull creaking and thudding rhythmically.
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Cold sunset0 views." Did she shrug, inside the orange parka? "Security?" "What?" The glasses flashed."Are you Net security?" "Fuck no, I'm abducting you." "You are?" "You bet." "Why?" "Not for any of the usual reasons.Somebody's got it in for you.Got it in for me too.
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0 viewsShe looked down and saw that the sleeve was gone, the seam down her side torn open to the waist.She took off the coat and draped it over her shoulders like a cape; maybe that made it a little harder to notice.She braced her back against the pole as the wiz rolled over her on a wave of delayed adrenaline; her knees started to buckle and she thought she was going to faint, but then the wiz pulled one of its tricks and she was crouching in summer sunset light in the old man's dirt yard, the flaky gray earth scribed with the game she'd been playing, but now she was just hunched there, vacant, staring off past the bulks of the tanks to where fireflies pulsed in the blackberry tangle above a twisted old chassis.There was light behind her from the house and she could smell the cornbread baking and the coffee he boiled and reboiled there, till a spoon stood up in it, he said, and he'd be in there now reading one of his books, crumbly brown leaves, never a page with a corner on it, he got 'em in frayed plastic baggies and sometimes they just fell to dust in his hands, but if he found something he wanted to keep he'd get a little pocket copier out of the drawer, fit the batteries in it, run it down the page.
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