Spin (Spin, #1)

by Robert Charles Wilson

E.D. had accused my generation of Spin paralysis, and maybe that was true. We’d been caught in the headlights for thirty-odd years now. None of us had ever shaken that feeling of essential vulnerability, that deep personal awareness of the sword suspended over our heads. It tainted every pleasure and it made even our best and bravest gestures seem tentative and timid. But even paralysis erodes. Beyond anxiety lies recklessness. Beyond immobility, action.