The last haze of oblivion suddenly evaporated like dew in the bright sun, and Jon sat up abruptly, looking around. The terrain around him was utterly unfamiliar. Soft, thick, low grass, interspersed here and there with small bushes of bright, juicy flowers. On the edges of the clearing were tall palms: reddish-brown trunks topped with tufts of long, pinnate green. Behind the palm trees was a white sandy beach outlined with the azure sea.
Bouquet of Fireflowers
The spacesuit had seen better days, but when Antoine started the test mode, only two indicators on the breast panel gleamed red. Antoine paid no attention to that. Those were connected to the radio, which was useless on the planet’s surface. The interference from the star was blocking the radio waves.
Addiction Is a Demon No One Should Fight Alone
Today I learned that a man I had known for a long time had died. We had known each other for almost ten years, although we were not close friends. We worked together in the same company almost from the very beginning. But, unlike me, he would disappear from our horizon from time to time, reappear for a season or two, and then disappear again.
We Will Go Extinct but the Earth Will Be Fine
The idea for this article came to my mind after watching a few episodes of an action TV show (I won't say which one, for it doesn't matter). In these episodes, the idea of eco-terrorism is actively exploited. Fanatical zealots are going all-in to save the planet from humanity by eliminating a significant part of the human population (preferably not less than half).
Impressionism in Science Fiction: "Nova" by Samuel Delany
Long ago, Samuel Delany was one of the first authors, along with James Ballard, to introduce me to the strange and amazing world of the New Wave of science fiction. The first time I read Nova was in 1991, and I was immersed in the novel's weird world. Back then, I was a solid fan of hard sci-fi, but Delany's book, on the other hand, was totally from another dimension. It was like: "wow, why did nobody tell me before that it's possible to write like that!?" (Then it was followed by Babel-17, which finally shattered the rest of my stereotypical perception of SF.)
2,500 Books That Changed My Life Forever
It’s not a joke. I have indeed read about 2,500 books that have changed my life most radically and irrevocably. Of course, I don’t know the exact number; 2,500 is a rough amount I deduced based on my age and how many books I manage to read in a year. It easily can be 2,000 or 3,000, but you probably got the idea.