Recommend me some sci-fi novels, you puny faggots.
What are some? Please try to only name books with AT LEAST SOMEWHAT decent prose. (That completely excludes Clarke and Douglas Adams, obviously.)
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Anonymous2010-01-26 3:15
I'm gonna go with
C.S. Friedman - This alien shore
(sorry about the lack of formatting. I'm a /book/ noob.
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3. And then Mankind took his machines and he split the skies asunder, and he sent into God's heavens his ships and his machines and all the unclean things of the Earth.
He set foot upon the planets which God had not meant for his use.
He painted the heavens black with his pride and his arrogance.
He angered the Lord in those and a thousand ways, until the Lord spake unto him, and said,
Behold, I gave you Babel, and you did not heed My warning.
You built a Tower unto the skies and I divided you into myriad peoples, that you might know shame and be humbled before your God.
Now you build something greater than a tower, that intrudes into My very heavens.
Now I shall divide you again, but not merely by speech, or by color.
Now you shall be not one species but many, and each shall hate and fear the others, and the seed that is shared between them shall be barren. So shall you be divided until the end of time, that you may remember My wrath.
And he set the mark of Hausman into their flesh, so that all might know their shame. And those who were loyal to His name, who remained upon Earth, were untouched by his curse, and might bear children as they chose, for such was the sign of His favor.
The Guildsman pulled out a chair and settled into it; his full sleeves fell upon the table top as he leaned forward, his posture stiff with tension.
"One hundred and ninety E-days ago, a Guild outpilot was badly injured while returning to port. Analysis of his personal log shows there was a malfunction in his brainware at the moment of transition. It lasted only seconds, but that was long enough. In that instant he believed himself to be an alien creature, surrounded by beings whose brains didn't function like his own. He believed that these beings had fed programs into his brainware which would make it impossible for him to think clearly ,and that they had surgically implanted a mechanism in his arm which would feed drugs into his bloodstream, altering the very essence of his identity. With only seconds in which to act, he did what he could to disable the perceived mechanism, and then attempted to smash his skull open so that he could tear out his wiring. Fortunately for him, the latter effort failed."
"Since his basic assumptions were correct," Masada said quietly, "I find it hard to comprehend your objection to them."