Roughly two years of irresistable force welling up from inside, the voice that finally speaks echoes God and Job, Lao Tsu and Mark Twain. Dark, deep, given to patches of tenative sunlight, it warns, ‘Life is a beautiful terror; walk with me.’
On a remote outpost on the planet Mercury, four crew members must solve the dilemma of artificial intelligences caught in their own religious civil war before the anticipated arrival of an X-class solar flare.
Jorj Tory Watchman dies on a freeway overpass, the victim of a fiery explosion. He wakes to find himself reborn in the wreckage below, laying naked in an almost barren-not quite the same-city. His memory seems wiped clean. Worse, what inhabitants exist unfold a dangerous after-world of questions for which every answer bears a price, ultimately pushing him towards a fate from which there is no turning back.
Portal What say you from out there? Disconnected yet not so unfamiliar is there a thread between us still a slender doorway of light we fill Let's tarry some and strike the wedge so that we might not lose our edge