Solaris Rising 2: The New Solaris Book of Science Fiction
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Following the exceptionally well received first collection, Solaris Rising 2 brings even more best-selling and cutting edge SF authors together for another extraodrinary volume of ground-breaking stories.
Having re-affirmed Solaris’s proud reputation for producing high quality science fiction antologies in the first volume, Solaris Rising 2 is the next collection in this exciting series. Featuring stories by Allan Steele, Kristine Kathryn Rusch, Kim Lakin-Smith, Paul Cornell, Eugie Foster, Nick Harkaway, Nancy Kress, Kay Kenyon, James Lovegrove, Robert Reed, Mercurio D. Rivera, Norman Spinrad, Adrian Tchaikovsky, Liz Williams, Vandana Singh, Martin Sketchley, and more. These stories are guaranteed to surprise, thrill and delight, and maintain our mission to demonstrate why science fiction remains the most exiting, varied and inspiring of all fiction genres. In Solaris Rising we showed both the quality and variety that modern science fiction can produce. In Solaris Rising 2, we'll be taking that much, much further.
Old Kolkata, of no more importance than a cockroach – what saved me from being stamped out by the great, indifferent foot of the mighty is this... ability. The Machine gives sight to a select few, and it doesn’t care if you are rich or poor, man or woman. I wonder if they guess I’m lying to them? They’ve set the scope at a particular moment of history: the spring of 1856, and a particular place: Metiabruz in Kolkata. I am supposed to spy on an exiled ruler of that time, to see what he does
accommodate his uncustomarily myopic eyes. Whatever banished the commuters and skins has also crashed most of his apps. His smartdev’s display is tidy, sans the clutter of icons and text that normally litter it. The zero bars indicator is conspicuously evident. Claie gapes at the modest red icon. He’s only seen it in documentation wikis before. No signal means no way to rebake his skin or reestablish his conference with Buneh and Devi. It also means no way to call home. Or for anyone to call
it fills the room and, amid the continuing, soft sounds of grief, other voices pick up the melody and begin humming along. But the music isn’t what makes the song really special. “What’s she singing?” Swanny manages an actual whisper this time. “Is it Gaelic?” Paolo shakes his head. The lyrics do sound familiar, but he can’t actually distinguish them as words. Which is weird because he knows the song is a love song. He knows it, but he doesn’t know how he knows. “That’s not Gaelic.” Dinks’s
it. In religion alone, we have more incidents of ghosts than anywhere else. Even in Christianity. It refers to the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.” “I thought it was Holy Spirit,” Wolfson muttered. “Certain parts of Chinese culture have accepted ghosts as real for thousands of years,” Hsia said, not put off by the muttering. Kimber wondered if she was used to students muttering during class. “And the Mesopotamians referred to ghosts all the time. Those are the ones I can think of off the
with the stick shift then pulled back on the thruster. The g-force hit him hard. With his spine moulded into the driver seat, Lu had to fight to keep his chin up as the Eighteen Wheeler left the ground and soared. A minute later, he levelled the craft out and the pressure eased. Beside him, the girl released her grip on the co-driver seat harness. She wasn’t used to take off yet, he saw that. But she would be soon. “He was nice,” said Hope, interrupting his thoughts. “Who?” “Mister Gun Mao