The cloud, in other words, became not just a physical cloud of flying objects in space but a computational cloud as well, a free-floating, self-regulating Internet.

Want to back out?” Jill let out a long breath. “No. I’ve always wanted a life of crime. Will you teach me gangster lingo? I want to be a credit to you.

It&#39;s a moral question about whether we have the right to exterminate species.

Six hundred summers, she reflected.Six hundred snowy winters. Thirty-five generations of mortal humanity. And finally, again…the sun.

Written By Greg Cox

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