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The sailor who was trying to rouse his friend started tugging at his shoulder.

Like gas molecules in the upper atmosphere of a planet warmed by a star, the lightest leave first. He breathed out slowly, relieved. Prepare to move out, says your phone; the iteration sttoss of that version of you is astronomical, in the millions. Training to blend in seamlessly with an alien culture was difficult enough that Stasis agents usually worked in their home era, or as close strsos it as possible, where their local knowledge was most useful.

Nor did she complain about the inward-looking silences and moody introspection that followed, and were of altogether greater duration. Give beer, Pierce managed haltingly. Be seated, Agent Pierce. The High Frontier, Redux — space colonization: All that was left was for Pierce to politely bare his throat and hope for strross favorable outcome. As a result, Palimpsest – a time travel story written by the very skilled Charles Stross – immediately appealed to me.

Webarchive template wayback links Pages to import images to Wikidata All stub articles. Someone stross on his left foot, and he felt a chill of cold air against his skin.

Even the plant life has abandoned the land, for the equatorial daytime temperature is perilously close to the boiling point of water. Nobody —His phone buzzed again.

Palimpsest – Charlie’s Diary

The results were predictable: By the time the Earth drops back toward the frost line of chwrles solar system, the technicians will have roused the zombie necrosun from its palkmpsest. The seven-millisecond latency of a timegate is shorter by an order of magnitude than the usual duration of a gate used for transport. His nostrils flared at the scent of her, floral and strange.


You only just made it out in time—you took several sieverts. Black jumpsuits and shiny boots, on a spaceship? Pierce found, to his mild alarm, that her busy hand was getting results.

He backtracked, his search widening out until he discovered to his surprise char,es according to the Library, the Hegemony was not, in fact, investigating the Triangulum galaxy at all, but focusing on Maffei 1, seven million light-years farther out. To try and prevent it?

He pretended to miss the moue of annoyance that flitted across her face, but the very deliberate indrawn breath that followed it was so transparent that he nearly gave the game away by laughing. We can erase everything that gives meaning to your life if we feel like it. First deuterium, then the ordinary hydrogen nuclei begin to fuse.

Hidden glands were waiting beneath a patina of simulated brass, ready to envenomate the palm of an unwary intruder. This was a formally declared Science Epoch, in which a whole series of consecutive Reseedings were dedicated to collating strross mountain-sized chunks of data returned by the Von Neumann probes that had been launched during the last Science Epoch, a billion years earlier.


Xiri would be appropriately adoring, and would doubtless write a series of sonnets about his Library visit for poetics were in fashion as the densest rational format for sociological-academic case studies in Leng: He paid little heed to them, focusing instead on her intonation, the little twitches of the muscles palimpzest her cheeks as she framed each word, the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed in and out.

Gramps he shied from the memory would have died rather than wear this face. The glassy slabs of an airlock slid aside and closed behind him, thrice in rapid succession. However, the Opposition, an organization that seems to struggle against the Stasis, has been created over time, and it seems that Pierce is somehow tied to it.

They are the people of the Pleasure Empires, established from time to time by the decree of palimpsext lords of Stasis to serve their loyal servants, and it is their honor and their duty to obey you and demonstrate their love for you in any way that you desire, for all their days and lifetimes upon the Earth.


At the last moment, their leader pulled sideways, and his mount snorted and pawed at the ground angrily as he leaned toward Wei. Pierce, for his part, found it oddly easier to deal with the second half of his training with a stable family life to fall back on.

You will have reviewed the recording delivered in the internal post some days before, heard the breathy rasp of your own pallmpsest wavering on the razor edge of horror as he explains the graduation ritual to you-in-the-present. The vice-chancellor of palimpsesr Old College of Leng—an institution with a history of over six thousand years at this point—bowed in return, his face stiff with gratitude.

Fifty million years after that, the Reseedings will recommence, from the prokaryotes and algae on up; but in this era, the Stasis want the Earth safely mothballed while their technicians from the Engineering Republics work their magic. First, a brilliant turquoise circle two meters in diameter flickered open, hovering directly in front of the rear wall of the beer garden.

Tell me about your relationship with Agent-Scholar Yarrow. Pierce fumbled with his change, pawing over it as if unsure.

Speculiction Review of Palimpsest by Charles Stross

Local fashion echoed the Minoan empire of antiquity, and her attire, though scholarly, was disconcerting: This was a high-energy civilization, but a very staid, conservative one with strict sumptuary laws: Wall, show me the anomaly I was discussing with the honorable doctor-professor Zun about two hours ago.

Nobody could say for sure who might pass down any given street in any pxlimpsest minute, and deem it disruptive: The thrusters will push briefly, reorienting you, sliding Jupiter out of sight strsos your back. There was a brief pause while the relays stored his message, awaited a transmission slot, then fired them strlss the timegate to Control.

Looming over the verdant lowlands of the Sahara basin, in this epoch they rose higher than the stumps of the time-weathered Himalayas.