pg 105
"All ten of us were women, Jamar. We gave up our wombs and in return were fitted with quantum computers running intrusion devices that can overpower lamina and make it extensions of our minds. It would be like being one with your ship, but anywhere. Your mind replicates, copying itself endlessly until you have control of all it is in contact with."
He looked at her, face pained. "Your wombs?"
"I saw what happened to the other nine when they attacked the Hongguo who intercepted our ship. They destroyed the Hongguo ship, but their bodies died as they took over the Hongguo ship's lamina. It's bomb. You can't unexplode it, and when it happens, you are that lamina. You're no longer human."
Wait a minute. HAS HER WOMB BEEN REPLACED BY A BOMB? (is this the only place they could put it? A womb is not really a huge organ, you know. Did they take out her pancreas, too? Why not her pancreas? And her appendix? And half of her small intestine? Surely she lost a lot more than her womb? And why, as a clone, would she attach any significance to her womb? But then, how does their brand of cloning work? Do they birth their own clone babies in wombs or vats? This is what happens when there are big chunks of missing backstory)
Oh, you can bet I'm going to be writing up a review of this one.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Ragamuffin
One-Sentence Stories
When sharing music becomes foreplay, you know you have something beautiful.
He knows to keep an eye on my hands, as the length of my finger nails is in direct proportion to how content I am with my life.
You never wrote back, and today I stopped expecting you to.
Night after night I stare at my phone in anticipation until I realize you're too busy doing blow in strange people's houses to bother with me.
More here.
Purported American Apparel Tag
From here. Real or not, I'm still waiting for a day when this is a given, not a privilege or an employer's recruitment bargaining chip.
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