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‘I find the very notion of these superb, barren mountains of fire hanging in nothingness - literally nothingness! - to be poetic and engaging to the highest degree.’Amongst all his uncle Cleonicles’ notions, his explanation for the stars has always seemed just too fanciful to be true to Polystom, fiftieth steward of Enting.
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Are you looking for Nemo? Or are you looking for No One?
Let’s face it, these days, when thrilling, ideas-driven SF epics turn into lame action movies at the flick of a sequel and books like The Soddit by A.R.R.R. Roberts become bestsellers, it’s hard to be sure.
Is this life, this bizarre matrix we’re all caught up in, beyond parody now? Ooh no we don’t think so .. .
Smurpheus pointed to a low table beside his chair. On the table were two small glasses, each roughly the size of a half-pint cup. One of the glasses contained a red fluid, and the other a blue. `You must choose one of these drinks’ said Smurpheus. `Drink the blue drink and you wake up in your bed, where you can think this whole meeting was a dream, and get on with your life. Drink the red one, however, and you’ll find out for yourself precisely what the McAtrix is.’
Gordon looked at the two glasses `What’s the red drink?’ he asked. `Cranberry juice,’ said Smurpheus.
`Right. And the blue one?’ ‘Toilet duck.’
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