Featured Post - Ninja Writer's Story Club - Week 6

Dark Integers by Greg Egan

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I tried to hold it open for a while to let Daniel Abraham get us a good copy of his story, which started out really well but had a formatting reader problem.  Oh well.  On to the next story. 

This story is also up against The Merchant and the Alchemist's Gate by Ted Chaing, which is a tough story to compete with.  Let's see how it is together.  I'll read it this week as well. 

"Good morning, Bruno. How is the weather there in Sparseland?”

The screen icon for my interlocutor was a three-holed torus tiled with triangles, endlessly turning itself inside out. The polished tones of the male synthetic voice I heard conveyed no specific origin, but gave a sense nonetheless that the speaker’s first language was something other than English.

I glanced out the window of my home office, taking in a patch of blue sky and the verdant gardens of a shady West Ryde cul-de-sac. Sam used “good morning” regardless of the hour, but it really was just after ten a.m., and the tranquil Sydney suburb was awash in sunshine and birdsong.

read the rest . . .

CAUTION - as usual with the Story Club, the comments are going to contain spoilers.

Dark Integers by Greg Egan

  Featured Post - This will stay on top of the page for a week - scroll down for newer content.

I tried to hold it open for a while to let Daniel Abraham get us a good copy of his story, which started out really well but had a formatting reader problem.  Oh well.  On to the next story. 

This story is also up against The Merchant and the Alchemist's Gate by Ted Chaing, which is a tough story to compete with.  Let's see how it is together.  I'll read it this week as well. 

"Good morning, Bruno. How is the weather there in Sparseland?”

The screen icon for my interlocutor was a three-holed torus tiled with triangles, endlessly turning itself inside out. The polished tones of the male synthetic voice I heard conveyed no specific origin, but gave a sense nonetheless that the speaker’s first language was something other than English.

I glanced out the window of my home office, taking in a patch of blue sky and the verdant gardens of a shady West Ryde cul-de-sac. Sam used “good morning” regardless of the hour, but it really was just after ten a.m., and the tranquil Sydney suburb was awash in sunshine and birdsong.

read the rest . . .

CAUTION - as usual with the Story Club, the comments are going to contain spoilers.

Dark Integers by Greg Egan

  Featured Post - This will stay on top of the page for a week - scroll down for newer content.

I tried to hold it open for a while to let Daniel Abraham get us a good copy of his story, which started out really well but had a formatting reader problem.  Oh well.  On to the next story. 

This story is also up against The Merchant and the Alchemist's Gate by Ted Chaing, which is a tough story to compete with.  Let's see how it is together.  I'll read it this week as well. 

"Good morning, Bruno. How is the weather there in Sparseland?”

The screen icon for my interlocutor was a three-holed torus tiled with triangles, endlessly turning itself inside out. The polished tones of the male synthetic voice I heard conveyed no specific origin, but gave a sense nonetheless that the speaker’s first language was something other than English.

I glanced out the window of my home office, taking in a patch of blue sky and the verdant gardens of a shady West Ryde cul-de-sac. Sam used “good morning” regardless of the hour, but it really was just after ten a.m., and the tranquil Sydney suburb was awash in sunshine and birdsong.

read the rest . . .

CAUTION - as usual with the Story Club, the comments are going to contain spoilers.

  Featured Post - This will stay on top of the page for a week - scroll down for newer content.

I tried to hold it open for a while to let Daniel Abraham get us a good copy of his story, which started out really well but had a formatting reader problem.  Oh well.  On to the next story. 

This story is also up against The Merchant and the Alchemist's Gate by Ted Chaing, which is a tough story to compete with.  Let's see how it is together.  I'll read it this week as well. 

"Good morning, Bruno. How is the weather there in Sparseland?”

The screen icon for my interlocutor was a three-holed torus tiled with triangles, endlessly turning itself inside out. The polished tones of the male synthetic voice I heard conveyed no specific origin, but gave a sense nonetheless that the speaker’s first language was something other than English.

I glanced out the window of my home office, taking in a patch of blue sky and the verdant gardens of a shady West Ryde cul-de-sac. Sam used “good morning” regardless of the hour, but it really was just after ten a.m., and the tranquil Sydney suburb was awash in sunshine and birdsong.

read the rest . . .

CAUTION - as usual with the Story Club, the comments are going to contain spoilers.

Comments

[lyda morehouse]

I started this, but gave up early. I'm just not very gripped by what appears to be a mathematical attack. It makes me feel stupid just trying to parce out what's happening. I may give it another try, but for not I don't have the patience for it.

[CV Rick]

I have to be honest, I couldn't finish this story either. First of all, it just wasn't very good. Second, it all seemed like a long gimmick - and that's from me and I've had a lot of mathematics. I just never could get into it, I tried. The characters weren't engaging, the setting never came alive in my mind. I'm not going to give it any more room on my blog. Sorry.