Voice of the Whirlwind
“Most of the people on the shuttle seemed to know one another, and they smiled, greeted, and chatted as they came aboard. They watched Steward with genial curiosity. Steward declined the attendant’s offer of food, and tried to rest.
Thoughts roared through his brain like a fire blown before the autumn mistral, touching his mind with burning. When he closed his eyes, he saw patterns like bright splashes of blood that printed themselves in laser color on his retinas. Coherence eluded him. He knew ...nothing other than the fact that Tsiolkovsky’s Demon was breathing down his neck. He gave it up and ordered a scotch.
When it came, he could tell from the taste that the whiskey was Japanese. He grimaced and drank it.
The need was growing inside him. He knew there was a madness in this, and he fought it with logic, with the words of Ashraf: “Nothing to do with you, now.” The words seemed as dead as Ashraf, and spun meaninglessly in the chaos of Steward’s mind.
Six hours and three slow drinks later Steward watched New Humanity grow through the shuttle window.MoreLess
Thoughts roared through his brain like a fire blown before the autumn mistral, touching his mind with burning. When he closed his eyes, he saw patterns like bright splashes of blood that printed themselves in laser color on his retinas. Coherence eluded him. He knew ...nothing other than the fact that Tsiolkovsky’s Demon was breathing down his neck. He gave it up and ordered a scotch.
When it came, he could tell from the taste that the whiskey was Japanese. He grimaced and drank it.
The need was growing inside him. He knew there was a madness in this, and he fought it with logic, with the words of Ashraf: “Nothing to do with you, now.” The words seemed as dead as Ashraf, and spun meaninglessly in the chaos of Steward’s mind.
Six hours and three slow drinks later Steward watched New Humanity grow through the shuttle window.MoreLess
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