Bill had been surprised when he found the envelope pushed under his door. Picking it up and turning it over, he discovered his own name written (or rather, typed) on the front. Inside, the envelope contained a key and a printout of a map of part of the station with certain areas marked. He recognised one mark as being the location of his own room, ( Read more... )

Corporal-or-something-like-it Pryce Halliwell was having what amounted to a normal day on scenic tour-destination Zion 8. Her superiors ignored her except to hand over duty rosters and grunt orders. Smalltalk was simply non-existent. And apart for the occasional bright spot of seeing Wheatfields, or Laura, or one of the local friendly androids, ( Read more... )

5:15 P.M. A sidewalk in New York City. Brooklyn. Stink hot with summer, scalding pavement, and a Cephalapoid sprinting off with a woman's purse ( Read more... )