Chubby, brunette Eunice Kinnison sat in a rocker, reading the Sunday papers and listening to the radio. Her husband Ralph lay sprawled upon the davenport, smoking a cigarette and reading the current issue of EXTRAORDINARY STORIES against an unheard background of music. Mentally, he was far from Tellus, flitting in his super-dreadnaught through parsec after parsec of vacuous space. E.E. "Doc" Smith, Triplanetary, Chapter 5: "1941"
Saturday, March 24, 2012
I Spy With My Little Eye
Spy satellites in private hands. It'll be interesting to see where this goes.
1 comment:
Where might this go? Maybe a step toward the transparent society that David Brin talks about...
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