In a Clean White Room

This is not the hard part.

“And what’s work, anyway?”

Only 0.3 lbs!

“Don’t get yourself in trouble now,” Rush said softly, and caught the edge of Wray’s blue track jacket.

“What are ‘whales’?” Varro asked.

This is the way Ginn returns to the river of time.

“Y’fuckin’ patronize me an’ I’ll rewire your heart.”

Brick by metaphorical brick, Young ate away at his own block.

“If it’s not him, opening the gate will destroy us,” Emily whispered.

“A bearing. ” Rush’s voice cracks. “Derived from the nautical term.”

They are coming.

Water runs into the dark.

A ship or a gate or a ship.

“I don’t know, man,” Greer whispers, “Lisa talks shit about tidally locked planets like you wouldn’t believe, but this one doesn’t seem so bad.”

The nature of his problem is a dictionary problem.

Greer releases a shuddery breath and sits a minute, holding his luck tight.

Lightning in the ionosphere.

His mind snapped in half.

“The shuttle just came up on short range. They’re ballistic.” Chapter warnings:  Stressors of all kinds. Loss of autonomy. Physical injuries. Boundary violations. Text iteration: Midnight. Hover-to-discover intact. Additional notes: None. Chapter 70 Late into the evening, Young sat on his couch, scanning through an English copy of Eli’s proposed plan for something like the fifteenth time. “So, you think this is gonna work?” Young asked, putting the ragged-edged notebook paper aside. “Mmm.” Rush stared through Eli’s Ancient text as though he wasn’t seeing it. “You listening?” “Yes yes,” Rush murmured. “Uh huh. Was that yes you’re listening, or yes it’s gonna work, or one yes for each question?” His chief scientist sat on the floor with his back against the couch, his left foot elevated on the low table, pretty clearly not taking in a word Young’d said. His fever had broken, his thoughts were running firebright, and his mental engine was revved with all its usual horsepower. Young flic