science-fiction

If you ever find yourself coming out of a time machine, run. Run away as fast you can. Don't stop. Don't try to talk. Nothing good can come out of it." narrator Charles Yu, not author Charles Yu p19

Elijah blinked in dazzling sunlight and took a deep breath. The sweet-pepper scent of meadow grass told him immediately where he was. Winded, he skidded to a halt as the portal spat him out. Above him stretched skies of cornflower blue, dotted with threadbare white clouds sailing over like cotton galleons on the summer breeze.

He had been trying to measure the distance between the earth and God.

Science fiction is a field of writing where, month after month, every printed word implies to hundreds of thousands of people: 'There is change. Look, today's fantastic story is tomorrow's fact.

As her vision flickered one last time, the man was gone; it was her mother looking into her eyes.Her mother__ eyes were filled with so much love that it seemed to release her from her pain and fear as it did when she was a small child. Her mother cradled her as a baby, rocking her back and forth. She was safe now in her mother__ arms. She was at peace. Mommy, her heart sang, you__e here to save me.

I'll show you my theory, if you show me yours.

There is no time to plan, there is no space to think. No respite. No forgiveness. There is only war.

The sands of time blew into a storm of images... Images in sequence to tell the truth! Glorious legends of revolutionaries, bound only by a desire to be true to themselves... And to hope! Parables of colliding worlds, of forbidden love... of enemies healing the wounds of circumstance! Projected myth of persecution through greed and selfishness... And the will to survive! The Will to survive! And to survive in the face of those who claim credit for your very existence! We survive not as pawns, but as agents of hope... Sometimes misunderstood, but always true to our story. The story of man.

[T]he new weird represents a productive experiment in fantasy fiction. The New Wave of the 1960s and 1970s arguably embodied science fiction's claim to literary 'seriousness.' This desire for seriousness is not snobbery, as sometimes suggested by folks who overemphasize the entertainment function of speculative fiction; it's about recognition of the vast possibilities within the field.

Mother Nature is a bitch.

The death takes a moment and life lasts forever. Why spend eternity worried about a singularity?

Frankie runs a sex moon and has kids. My head hurts just thinking about it. You still keep up with her, too, then?__yelle's face took on a hunted expression. __he sends me coupons, Declan.

We're in America; why do I have to "Press 1" for English?

Caches of data are being recovered all the time. Why, just the other day, I heard that we now had complete texts for all three of Shakespire's plays!

Quote from Frontiers:"Regardless of what happened, it was definitely going to be an exciting time for everyone, the day humanity first reached out to touch the stars.

Where is the world whose people don't prefer a comfortable, warm, and well-worn belief, however illogical, to the chilly winds of uncertainty?

Either I__e got a wart on my nose they find curious, or I__e grown a tail, Albie Merani muttered to himself. Just then he thought. I__ better get a move on, got work to do. He hurried across to some stairs, heading down deeper into station, then followed the signs to the pod station.

I wondered whose job it was to blow sunshine into my ears.