Chapters (108)
- About the Author
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- 1 - Outside Context Problem
- I
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- III
- IV
- V
- VI
- 2 - Not Invented Here
- I
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- 3 - Uninvited Guests
- I
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- IV
- 4 - Dependency Principle
- I
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- IV
- V
- 5 - Kiss The Blade
- I
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- IV
- V
- VI
- 6 - Pittance
- I
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- IV
- V
- VI
- 7 - Tier
- I
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- 8 - Killing Time
- I
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- VI
- VII
- VIII
- 9 - Unacceptable Behaviour
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- 10 - Heavy Messing
- I
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- VIII
- IX
- X
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- XII
- XIII
- XIV
- XV
- 11 - Regarding Gravious
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- XIII
- XIV
- 12 - Faring Well
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- Epilogue
(Culture wants to talk - Affront just want to fight.
(Galactic Council sends reps everywhere. They look busy.
(Gosh, can we help? Have a laugh at the expense of sad superstitionists.
In jeopardy: the hostage habitats, the boarded ships.
(Five Orbitals, eleven cruise ships Affronted.
(Schadenfreude time; who’s all at risk at the moment.
(Tier gets sniffy.
Quick while they’re not looking.
(Primitives see exciting opportunities.
What’s in it for me?
(Design your own war; sim details and handy hints.
(Thinking positively; new tech, inspired art, heroic tales and better sex . . . war as hoot [for incurable optimists and people looking for party conversation stoppers only].
Other news:
Blitteringueh Conglo actuates Abuereffe Airsphere - latest.
S3/4 ravaged by nova in Ytrillo.
Stellar Field-Liners sweep Aleisinerih domain again.
Cherdilide Pacters in Phaing-Ghrotassit Subliming quandary.
Abafting Imorchi; sleaze, sleaze and more sleaze.
Sport.
Art.
DiaGlyph Directory.
Special Reports Directory.
Index.
Ulver Seich scanned the screen-set her neural lace threw across her left eye’s field of vision as she walked, one half of her brain paying attention to the business of walking and the other half watching the virtual screen. Not a thing about her. She wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved or insulted. Let’s try:
(Tier gets sniffy . . . No, that was nothing but general stuff about the habitat throwing all Culture people and Affronters off. No names mentioned.
Index. P... Ph . . . Phage Rock.
(That war again; was PR a kind of minor ship store?
(Tier over-rated anyway; PR turns tail. New heading, but
where exactly?
(Koodre wins IceBlast cup.
(New Ledeyueng exhibition opens in T41.
DiaGlyph subDirectory.
subIndex.
subIndex. S... Seich, Ulver.
(Oh Ulver, Where Are You? - new Poeglyph by Zerstin
Hoei.
She stared at the entry. Grief, was that it? One lousy picture-poem by an irredeemable feeb she’d barely heard of (and even then only to discover he regularly changed his appearance to resemble her current boyfriend)? Ugh! She joggled the subIndex again, in the remote and forlorn chance there was some sort of ware glitch. There wasn’t. That was it. If she wanted more she’d have to hit Records.
Ulver Seich stopped in her tracks and stared at the nearest bulkhead, open mouthed.
She was no longer News on Phage.
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