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or, Young lady's illustrated primer. The story of an engineer who creates a device to raise a girl capable of thinking for herself reveals what happens when a young girl of the poor underclass obtains the device. Diamond age, Young lady's illustrated primer. The Diamond Age or, A Young Lady's Illustrated Primer by Neal Stephenson Acknowledgments Jeremy Bornstein Douglas (Carl Hollywood). The diamond age. byStephenson, Neal. Publication date For print- disabled users. Borrow this book to access EPUB and PDF files.


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The Diamond Age: Or, A Young Lady's Illustrated Primer is a postcyberpunk novel by Neal Stephenson. It is to some extent a science fiction. xx. The Diamond Age by Neal Stephenson EPUB In Snow Crash, Neal Stephenson took science fiction to dazzling new levels. Now, in The Diamond Age. Vividly imagined, stunningly prophetic, and epic in scope, The Diamond Age is a major novel from one of the most visionary writers of our timeDecades into our.

The arm homed in automatically on the old gun, moving with alarming speed and determination. Bud, who was a little jumpy at the best of times because of his muscle stimulators, flinched a little. But the robot arm was a hundred times faster than he was and plucked out the old gun unerringly. The proprietor was watching all of this on a screen and had nothing to do except narrate: "The hole in your skull's kind of rough, so the machine is reaming it out to a larger bore-okay, now here comes the new gun.

It reminded Bud of the days of his youth, when, from time to time, one of his playmates would shoot him in the head with a BB gun. He instantly developed a low headache. Soon as you're comfortable with it, I'll load it for real. You could pay the guy extra to leave a scar there on purpose, so everyone would know you were packing, but Bud had heard that some chicks didn't like it.

Bud's relationship with the female sex was governed by a gallimaufry of primal impulses, dim suppositions, deranged theories, overheard scraps of conversation, half-remembered pieces of bad advice, and fragments of no-doubt exaggerated anecdotes that amounted to rank superstition. In this case, it dictated that he should not request the scar. Besides, he had a nice collection of Sights-not very tasteful sunglasses with crosshairs hudded into the lens on your dominant eye.

They did wonders for marksmanship, and they were real obvious too, so that everyone knew you didn't fuck with a man wearing Sights. The mannikin had no face or hair and was speckled with little burn marks, as was the wall behind it.

He turned his face squarely toward the mannikin. He said it under his breath, through unmoving lips, but the gun heard it; he felt a slight recoil tapping his head back, and a startling POP sounded from the mannikin, accompanied by a flash of light on the wall up above its head. Bud's headache deepened, but he didn't care.

So Bud tried it again and this time popped the mannikin right in the neck. That would have decapped him if you were using Hellfire," the guy said. And three magazines so you can run multiple ammos. His head snapped back much harder, and ten POPs went off at once, all over the mannikin's body and the wall behind it.

The room was getting smoky now, starting to smell like burned plastic. First magazine with electrostun rounds. Second magazine with Cripplers.

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Third with Hellfires. And get me some fucking aspirin. Below, the analogy was perfected by an inverted tree of rootlike plumbing that spread fractally through the diamondoid bedrock of New Chusan, terminating in the warm water of the South China Sea as numberless capillaries arranged in a belt around the smartcoral reef, several dozen meters beneath the surface. One big huge pipe gulping up seawater would have done roughly the same thing, just as the lilies could have been replaced by one howling maw, birds and litter whacking into a bloody grid somewhere before they could gum up the works.

But it wouldn't have been ecological. The geotects of Imperial Tectonics would not have known an ecosystem if they'd been living in the middle of one.

But they did know that ecosystems were especially tiresome when they got fubared, so they protected the environment with the same implacable, plodding, green-visored mentality that they applied to designing overpasses and culverts.

Thus, water seeped into Source Victoria through microtubes, much the same way it seeped into a beach, and air wafted into it silently down the artfully skewed exponential horns of those thrusting calla lilies, each horn a point in parameter space not awfully far from some central ideal.

They were strong enough to withstand typhoons but flexible enough to rustle in a breeze. Birds, wandering inside, sensed a gradient in the air, pulling them down into night, and simply chose to fly out.

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They didn't even get scared enough to shit. The lilies sprouted from a stadium-sized cut-crystal vase, the Diamond Palace, which was open to the public. Tourists, aerobicizing pensioners, and ranks of uniformed schoolchildren marched through it year in and year out, peering through walls of glass actually solid diamond, which was cheaper at various phases of the molecular disassembly line that was Source Victoria.

Dirty air and dirty water came in and pooled in tanks.

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Next to each tank was another tank containing slightly cleaner air or cleaner water. Repeat several dozen times. The tanks at the end were filled with perfectly clean nitrogen gas and perfectly clean water.

The line of tanks was referred to as a cascade, a rather abstract bit of engineer's whimsy lost on the tourists who did not see anything snapshot-worthy there. All the action took place in the walls separating the tanks, which were not really walls but nearly infinite grids of submicroscopic wheels, ever-rotating and many-spoked.

Each spoke grabbed a nitrogen or water molecule on the dirty side and released it after spinning around to the clean side. Things that weren't nitrogen or water didn't get grabbed, hence didn't make it through. There were also wheels for grabbing handy trace elements like carbon, sulfur, and phosphorus; these were passed along smaller, parallel cascades until they were also perfectly pure.

The immaculate molecules wound up in reservoirs. Some of them got combined with others to make simple but handy molecular widgets. Financial complications of Bud's lifestyle; visit to a banker Bud surprised himself with how long he went before he had to use the skull gun in anger.

Just knowing it was in there gave him such an attitude that no one in his right mind would fuck with him, especially when they saw his Sights and the black leather. He got his way just by giving people the evil eye.

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Media The Diamond Age. You could get skull guns a lot cheaper, of course, but that would mean going over the Causeway to Shanghai and getting a back-alley job from some Coaster, and probably a nice bone infection in with the bargain, and he'd probably pick your pocket while he had you theezed.

The lilies sprouted from a stadium-sized cut-crystal vase, the Diamond Palace, which was open to the public. He got his way just by giving people the evil eye.

This was a little disconcerting since Bud knew it was all horseshit, but he had heard that these dotheads prided themselves on customer service.

But it wouldn't have been ecological. Think of the book as an extended, wide-ranging dinner conversation.

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