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The Scopuli had been taken eight days ago, and Julie Mao was finally ready to be shot.
Geat, prompting opening line.
No. Please no. Please don’t. Dave. Her ship’s mechanic. Dave, who collected clips from old cartoons and knew a million jokes, begging in a small broken voice. No, please no, please don’t, he said. Hydraulics and locking bolts clicked as the inner airlock door opened. A meaty thud as something was thrown inside. Another click as the airlock closed. A hiss of evacuating air. When the airlock cycle had finished, the people outside her door walked away. She didn’t bang to get their attention.
Creepy. Her possible doom ilustrated well.
Then she kicked out with both legs as hard as she could. The cramps that followed the first kick almost made her pass out. She screamed instead.
God I felt that...
And again, until light started to show through the edges of the locker.
Great imagery to show her progress and give us hope.
She plucked a magnetized pipe wrench of suitable size for skull cracking out of an EVA kit,
Let's go!
Solomon Epstein
Like the first name... Lol.
The best, longest funeral in the history of mankind.
Lol. Damn.
the Mormons finished their generation ship and headed for the stars and freedom from procreation restrictions.
Lol. I guess they would.
So now the Canterbury and her dozens of sister ships in the Pur’n’Kleen Water Company made the loop from Saturn’s generous rings to the Belt and back hauling glaciers,
Using Saturn's rings for water is definitely something we'd do. Would likely take millions of years to make a dent in the supply.
It’ll be almost as good as the real thing. The inner planets have a new biogel that regrows the limb, but that isn’t covered in our medical plan.”
I get Spacer's Choice vibes from this.
“Fuck the Inners, and fuck their magic Jell-O. I’d rather have a good Belter-built fake than anything those bastards grow in a lab. Just wearing their fancy arm probably turns you into an asshole,” Paj said. Then he added, “Oh, uh, no offense, XO.”
LOVE Paj's "outer" pride. It makes him feel real and gives culture to space.
“Tell him the other bit,” Paj said with a wicked grin. Shed blushed. “I’ve, ah, heard from other guys who’ve gotten them,” Shed said, not meeting Holden’s eyes. “Apparently there’s a period while you’re still building identification with the prosthetic when whacking off feels just like getting a hand job.”
LOLOLOL! I love these guys! That's grease-monkey/kitchen talk right there.
“Stop trying to turn me into your girlfriend. You’re a nice guy. You’ve got a cute butt, and you’re fun in the sack. Doesn’t mean we’re engaged.”
Wow she's direct.
Except for the slightly oversized captain’s display, required by Captain McDowell’s failing eyesight and general distrust of corrective surgery,
Love how descriptions say so much about these characters.
Man the Cap is an old-timer.
The law of the solar system was unequivocal. In an environment as hostile to life as space, the aid and goodwill of your fellow humans wasn’t optional.
Love that this was added to space culture, like saying "bless you" if someone sneezes.
The emergency signal, just by existing, obligated the nearest ship to stop and render aid—which didn’t mean the law was universally followed.
LOL!
The temptation to have an unexplained comm failure, erase the logs, and let the great god Darwin have his way was always there.
Lol. I love this author's voice.
How do I write like this? I need something to say.
Between his age and never having lived in a gravity well, the coming burn was likely to be hell on the old man. Holden felt a pang of sympathy that he would never embarrass McDowell by expressing.
Love the respect.
Scopuli…”
Great link to the opening chapter.
“I have something. New contract. Just you. Not Havelock.”
Lol. "Fuck Haveleck." 10-4, Captain.
Miller stared down at his hand terminal, flicking the files open without particularly looking at them.
We all know that feeling.
His hands weren’t any cleaner than Captain Shaddid’s. Sometimes people fell out airlocks. Sometimes evidence vanished from the lockers. It wasn’t so much that it was right or wrong as that it was justified. You spent your life in a stone bubble with your food, your water, your air shipped in from places so distant you could barely find them with a telescope, and a certain moral flexibility was necessary.
This is so true to so many peoples' circumstance. "You have to leave hell, before you can become a saint."
She was grinning like the universe had given her a kiss.
Aw
