Two different series, the first series was about a woman in the human empire/federation's space military. She trained to be able to release adrenaline on command, among other monkish techniques. I think in the third book she wakes up from cryosleep and meets her granddaughter, possibly great granddaughter. There are aliens, the only ones I can remember were named something like Wern? They could shapeshift and their natural form was sort of like an amoeba blob of killing stuff (if you've read them you know what I'm talking about)
The second series was also set in space, and humans had split themselves into a few factions. One faction against human augmentation, another faction infusing themselves with nanomachines. The main character was one of those with nanomachines in her, increasing perception and thinking times by a ridiculous amount. A race of semi-intelligent machines travels the galaxy destroying life when it becomes too intelligent (to help prevent a larger disaster later). I remember there being some humans that had been spliced with pigs? They weren't the brightest.
Any help would be appreciated
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Anonymous2012-09-01 20:44
you mean you can read!
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Anonymous2012-09-02 19:29
The second one is `Schismatrix' from Bruce Sterling. One of the best cyberpunk sci-fi I've ever read. Make sure to also read `Spider Rose' which happens in same universe.
the second one is NOT "Schismatrix", which was about humanity abandoning the earth and dividing into two political camps, the Shapers and the Mechanists.
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The REAL me. I'm not the person you see. I'm not this robbing jerk who has no emotions or feelings and no respect for anyone. I respect people massively, even if you don't realise it. I always ask people stuff, as opposed to telling them stuff. I care about everyone, and just want everyone to be happy. I hate myself for what I've done and regret it MASSIVELY, and I hate myself for putting you in the position in which I've put you in. But you have to understand that, as much as you love me (and I love you), I need to deal with this by myself. I would thank everyone to just don't mention anything about it, as I put myself on a HUGE guilt trip over again when it is mentioned. And it just leaves me worse off. I know it won't be forgotten, and I don't want it to be. Because if it has been forgotten, then I'll forget why I'm working towards a good future, and I might do something similar in the future. As long as it's not forgotten, but not mentioned, I will be happy. But thats not the only thing troubling me. My mind will never be at ease until I tell you about me. I have hidden a lot of stuff from everyone. Some of this stuff my friends know about, and even the people who I talk to on twitter know. But I've held back from saying, because I was afraid of people disowning me. This is the main reason I don't like people to look at my Twitter account, But it's eating me up inside, and I will only ever be happy when everyone knows. But you deserve to know. And I feel ready to say it. So here goes.
I am a Zoophile. Plain and simple. Allow me to explain:
In a normal relationship, and man and a woman love each other, and they show this in a certain way. But in my case, me being me man, replace the woman with a dog. I love dogs with all my heart, and indeed all creatures. And I would like to show that love in a way that a man and a woman would show their love for each other.
I have found that most people are pretty accepting of this fact, but everyone reacts differently. That is why I was afraid of telling you. Of what would happen because of that. I don't need any more trouble. But I was causing myself harm (NOT LITERALLY) my not saying anything about.
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Yes, I overreact a lot of the time. And yes, I do get stroppy. But that's only because I care about everyone. But I needed to let you know, for everyones sake. Now I hope that everyone will just get along, and I'll certainly be happier. After all, no-one likes to be sad. And I will tell dad this too, and everyone who deserves to know.