The Mammoth Book of Extreme Science Fiction (Mammoth Books)
Brings together examples of the high-tech, far-future science fiction. This anthology includes stories, such as: \'A Perpetual War Fought Within a Cosmic String\', \'A Weapon That Could Destroy the Universe\', \'A Machine That Detects Alternate Worlds and Creates a Choice of Christs\', \'An Immortal Dead Man Sent To The End of the Universe\', and more.
service of our ambition and vast curiosity. After ten years we had created a thing that I now realize might have killed us both. But at that time we were superbly confident. Ten years of moulding metal and glass, harnessing and taming strange powers! Ten years of moulding brains, of concentrating and stepping up the sensitivity and strength of our consciousness until day and night, there lurked in the back of our brains an image of that mysterious laboratory. As our consciousness direction had
the universe from end to end and ballooned back on itself in a slightly flattened circle. His mind was everywhere. A string cheese, pulled apart in filaments too thin to be measurable, Bailey’s mind was there and there and there. And there. It was also in the lens of the Succubus. Murmuring tracery of golden light, a trembling moment of crystal sound. A note, rising and trailing away infinitely high, and followed by another, superimposing in birth even as its predecessor died. The voice of a
one until a millennium ago – and asked him the same question she had put to the others she had encountered on the journey. “I am already reconfiguring my body fat into an aircraft to take me to the Heaven Tree,” the Blue Mana said. “Climatic shifts permitting.” “Is it bad in the sea?” Sol Gursky asked. “The seas feel the changes first,” the amphiman said. “Bad. Yes, most bad. I cannot bear the thought of Mother Ocean freezing clear to her beds.” “Will you go to Urizen, then?” Lenya asked,
“What is there to lose, by waiting a few hundred Orphean years? At the very least, we could gather baseline data on seasonal climate patterns – and we could watch for anomalies, storms and quakes, hoping for some revelatory glimpses.” A few hundred Orphean years? A few terrestrial millennia} Paolo’s ambivalence waned. If he’d wanted to inhabit geological time, he would have migrated to the Lokhande polis, where the Order of Contemplative Observers watched Earth’s mountains erode in subjective
attacked by a bioweapon,” Merlin said, easing himself into one of the seats, which – after exhaling a cloud of dust – seemed able to take his weight. “Something that left the machines intact.” Sora walked around, examining the consoles, all of which betrayed a technology higher than anything the Cohort had known for millennia. Some of the symbols on them were recognizable antecedents of those used in Main, but there was nothing she could actually read. Merlin made a noise that might have been a