Blindsight (Firefall, #1)

by Peter Watts

Szpindel himself floated off my shoulder, still naked but for his gloves, and I could tell from the way his fingers moved that his favorite color was green.

fixed?” “No. There’s brain damage.” There was something

froze the image, evidently realizing as much. “Diffraction patterns aren’t consistent with a single light source in open space. I see dimmer

against the corrosive light, brought down the brightness

central mass. Sounds rather similar to me.”

off.” “Alarm?” “When he changed the gas mix. You must have

surged across Rorschach‘s hull like an orgy of snakes,

fuck. Theseus lurched. The lights flickered, went