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THE CYBERNETIC SKULL & OTHER TALES "Yeah," he sighed, not looking up from the stubborn island of powdered froth -- the refusnik that prologned its inevitable dissolution into gloopy browness; the foamy spicule of resistance that, for now, was the last line of defence between cultured cappuccino and regular ringard coffee, "I'm still working on my science-fiction novel, even though: A, most science fiction novels are lousy; and B, we're living in a world that increasingly resembles a lousy science-fiction novel."107 |