It's that feeling that editor Jonathan Strahan was after when he asked six of today's finest authors to write for Godlike Machines. In science fiction, nothing says sensawunda like a Big Dumb Object-a colossal, extremely powerful machine of unknown purpose and origin. TERMINAL WORLD is a snarling, drooling, crazy-eyed mongrel of a book: equal parts steampunk, western, planetary romance and far-future SF. But there is far more at stake than just Quillon's own survival, for the limiting technologies of the zones are determined not by governments or police, but by the very nature of reality - and reality itself is showing worrying signs of instability. If Quillon is to save his life, he must leave his home and journey into the cold and hostile lands beyond Spearpoint's base, starting an exile that will take him further than he could ever imagine. But when a near-dead angel drops onto his dissecting table, Quillon's world is wrenched apart one more time, for the angel is a winged posthuman from Spearpoint's Celestial Levels - and with the dying body comes bad news. įollowing an infiltration mission that went tragically wrong, Quillon has been living incognito, working as a pathologist in the district morgue. Horsetown is pre-industrial in Neon Heights they have television and electric trains. Clinging to its skin are the zones, a series of semi-autonomous city-states, each of which enjoys a different - and rigidly enforced - level of technology. Spearpoint, the last human city, is an atmosphere-piercing spire of vast size.
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