"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."
I’m not crying: a piece of some murdering bot must have gotten in my eye. Rogue Protocol is the third novella in the Murderbot Diaries, and deals with the titular character going deep undercover to figure out what happened in the “mining incident” that was
The sun had set. The great shadows came striding over the forest. In the weird twilight of a late summer day, I saw the path ahead glide on among the mighty trees and disappear. And I shuddered and glanced fearfully over my shoulder. Miles behind
Well, the new draft of the ISO 19650 has been out for public consultation for a week, now, and I have the feeling nobody’s actually consulting the thing, because the heat of the debate has been around the “disappearance of BIM”. I already wrote about
I’m not crying: a piece of some murdering bot must have gotten in my eye. Rogue Protocol is the third novella in the Murderbot Diaries, and deals with the titular character going deep undercover to figure out what happened in the “mining incident” that was
The sun had set. The great shadows came striding over the forest. In the weird twilight of a late summer day, I saw the path ahead glide on among the mighty trees and disappear. And I shuddered and glanced fearfully over my shoulder. Miles behind
Well, the new draft of the ISO 19650 has been out for public consultation for a week, now, and I have the feeling nobody’s actually consulting the thing, because the heat of the debate has been around the “disappearance of BIM”. I already wrote about
5 Comments
impbianco
Posted at 23:51h, 08 FebruaryDire che mi trovo pianamente d’accordo è dire poco! :P
X-Bye
venturo
Posted at 11:58h, 09 FebruaryE’ troppo che non passo di qui!
Un saluto cara Shelidon…
Shelidon
Posted at 12:15h, 09 FebruaryCiao a te, carissima commessa.
HowlingWolf
Posted at 09:54h, 11 FebruaryNe conoscevo una versione alternativa che diceva che lo scenziato cerca un gatto nero in una stanza buia; il teologo cerca, in una stanza buia, un gatto nero che non c’è, il politico è quello che in una stanza buia, cercando un gatto nero che non c’è, dopo un po’ inizia a gridare ‘L’ho preso: L’ho preso!”
Shelidon
Posted at 10:41h, 11 FebruaryDecisamente notevole! :-D