Five original tales set in a shared urban future―from some of the hottest young writers in modern SF
More than an anthology, Metatropolis is the brainchild of five of science fiction's hottest writers―Elizabeth Bear, Tobias Buckell, Jay Lake, Karl Schroeder, and project editor John Scalzi―-who combined their talents to build a new urban future, and then wrote their own stories in this collectively-constructed world. The results are individual glimpses of a shared vision, and a reading experience unlike any you've had before.
A strange man comes to an even stranger encampment...a bouncer becomes the linchpin of an unexpected urban movement...a courier on the run has to decide who to trust in a dangerous city...a slacker in a "zero-footprint" town gets a most unusual new job...and a weapons investigator uses his skills to discover a metropolis hidden right in front of his eyes.
Welcome to the future of cities. Welcome to Metatropolis.
through to invent the next modality.” Even holding the car door for Cadie, Shearer was still lecturing. And Cadie was still listening, though she was starting to find some intelligent questions. “So who makes the stuff you can’t salvage?” she asked. “The stuff you hold in common? Does your society work without an industrial society to…to parasitize?” Shearer grinned. “Maybe not. But industrial society has it coming. Allez-oop,” Propped on the open door, she offered Cadie a hand, and
listen to my husband complain about his work day every single damn night. He complains about work, about his co-workers, and about his boss. I’m about ready to strangle him.” Pinter pointed out to the pigs, who were now winding down; they were not the long-lasting sort, apparently. “I wouldn’t say this job is glamorous—” “That’s a good thing,” I said. “—But on the other hand I don’t have to go home and whine to him about my day at work, either. Pigs are easy. People are hard. You learn to
until she realized she had an election she needed to win. I recognized it. It’s why I never bothered to take my Aptitudes. It’s why I let them come to my family’s apartment, serve me that silly court order, walk me to the city gate and shove that ridiculous credit card in my hand. They thought I was being expelled from paradise; I knew I was gaining my freedom. I wondered if you might have recognized it, too, Benjamin.” Marcus cocked his head again. “But now I’m not so sure. And I wonder if
container) that he shared with Miranda. Fraction was sitting in one of the leather armchairs, chatting with Miranda who leaned on the bar counter at the back. Both greeted Gennady warmly as he walked in. “How are you doing, Gennady?” Fraction asked. “Is Oversatch agreeing with you?” Gennady had to smile at his wording. “Well enough,” he said. “Are you ready to take it to the next level?” Warily, Gennady moved to stand behind the long room’s other armchair. “What do you mean?” Fraction
only relaxes back into his own identity when he goes home and takes off the uniform. “It 2.0 gives us a way to point at those temporary identities. It’s a tool that lets us bring the temporarily real into focus, even while the outlines of the things we thought were real—like countries and companies—are blurred. If there could be an it 2.0 for countries and companies, don’t you suppose there could be one for people, too?” “Cilenia?” said Gennady. Miranda nodded, but Gennady shook his head. It