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Neptune's Brood

Neptune's Brood is a science fiction novel that delves into the complexities of wealth and technology in a distant future where humanity has colonized the cosmos. The story follows characters navigating a vast interstellar economy, with a focus on the rise and fall of fortunes in a world shaped by advanced technology and the vastness of space. more

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Charles Stross
Charles Stross

Charles Stross is a British science fiction writer born on October 18, 1964. His works are known for their profound philosophical thinking and unique science fiction settings, covering a range of topics from artificial intelligence to political intrigue and time travel. more

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