"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."
Sh: Ma quindi qual è il vostro budget?
Committente [con vergogna]: Eh, sa, più o meno *cifra irrisoria*
Sh: …
Committente [mortificato]: Però può oscillare, sa, consideri *cifra ancora più irrisoria* per sicurezza.
Sh: …
Committente [affranto]: Eh, lo so…
Sh: Scusi, ma… voi non dovreste essere *prestigiosa istituzione culturale*?
Committente [quasi piangendo]: Eh, ma sa, dipendiamo interamente dalle sovvenzioni statali.
It’s unfortunate that I’m coming to this after the very unsatisfactory collection of “fantasy” stories (Asimov never wrote fantasy: he wrote satire), because this was another disappointment. The book is half short stories and half non-fiction, for random reasons, and the non-fiction half is random writings
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
It’s unfortunate that I’m coming to this after the very unsatisfactory collection of “fantasy” stories (Asimov never wrote fantasy: he wrote satire), because this was another disappointment. The book is half short stories and half non-fiction, for random reasons, and the non-fiction half is random writings
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
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utente anonimo
Posted at 17:36h, 06 Mayvergogna! infierire così su un povero committente pubblico…
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Shelidon
Posted at 19:18h, 06 MayDici?