Andrea Zunino: 4 books

Data streamed down the displays encrusting half of the entire bulkhead of the Rostock’s main deck, binaries burning bright green and orange against black convex screens. Cygnus constellation. Subcek Route. 3' and 20" inclination on the galactic ecliptic. Far out of reach from all commercial...

When it all came back I was twelve, according to the tank log display and to my historical present. But the tank chronometer was showing Donna that I was only 37 minutes into the session. They were rebuilding my memoires as a baby tsiolnik in a flotation tank down in a secret annex to the main complex,...

Cassie was sitting on the front steps of her building, inhaling mechanically, dragging smoke from her cigarette with consumed teenage calm, her bright grey eyes rimmed by black mascara lost somewhere very distant. Somewhere beyond the abandoned basket ball court right in front of her, or the bridge...

The first thing I did right after the burnout was rip off the TCI from the neuro-socket without properly shutting down the link to my weapon. I ran out of the control room and up the metal staircase all the way to the rooftop, four steps at a time, without stopping. Six floors to the roof. I slammed...