Monday, January 28, 2013

Primitive Minds

She felt the missiles fire. They were aimed at the car. She couldn’t penetrate the security of the second helicopter, but the missiles were a different matter. They depended on an external source to inform them of their targets. She twisted their primitive minds, sent them spiraling back up at the craft that had fired them.

Nexus, by Ramez Naam, 2012

No comments:

Post a Comment