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Schismatrix Plus

Schismatrix Plus is a novel that delves into a speculative future where humanity has fractured into various cultures and societies, each with its own unique characteristics and technologies. The story is set in a world where the schism is a defining historical event, and the narrative weaves through different timelines and realities, offering a rich tapestry of speculative fiction. more

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Bruce Sterling
Bruce Sterling

Bruce Sterling, born on April 14, 1954, is an influential American science fiction author known for his unique perspective on the future and profound insights into technological development. His works cover a wide range of themes from social commentary to technological prophecy, and his novels and short stories have won numerous science fiction awards. more

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“Happy are the poor, for nothing stands between them and the Kingdom. Happy are the sorrowful, for their souls are made strong through suffering. Happy are the humble, for they receive the whole world as a gift. Happy are they who long for holiness as a man longs for food, for they shall enjoy God’s plenty. Happy are the merciful, for they are mercifully judged. Happy are they who establish peace, for they share God’s very nature. Happy are the single-hearted, for they see God. And think yourselves happy when people hate and shun you, when they insult and revile and persecute you for the Son of Man’s sake. When that happens to you, you may laugh and dance for joy. It is a sign that you are right with God, for all true prophets are persecuted, and God will be your reward.”

“I suppose the mere fact of being walled in gave the Wood part of its peculiar quality, for when a thing is enclosed the mind does not willingly regard it as common. As I went forward over the quiet turf I had the sense of being received. The trees were just so wide apart that one saw uninterrupted foliage in the distance, but the place where one stood seemed always to be a clearing: surrounded by a world of shadows, one walked in mild sunshine. Except for the sheep whose nibbling kept the grass so short and who sometimes raised their long, foolish faces to stare at me, I was quite alone; and it felt more like the loneliness of a very large room in a deserted house than like any ordinary solitude out of doors. I remember thinking, "This is the sort of place which, as a child, one would have been rather afraid of or else would have liked very much indeed." A moment later I thought, "But when alone--really alone--everyone is a child: or no one?" Youth and age touch only the surface of our lives.”