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(Immer gleiche Farben in müden Randbereichen der Nacht: Bettflucht weit vor der Sonne. Aufwachen mit den wenigen anderen Fenstern am Hof. Die Fledermaus beobachten auf ihren Bahnen im kalten, klaren Morgen. Irgendwo plappert immer ein Radio, irgendwo rauscht immer eine Toilettenspülung, irgendwo ist versteckt sich immer eine Katze zwischen Ungesehenem, wach und angespannt genug, vorübergehende Beine zu fangen. Das übliche Ritual: Fenster öffnen, den Tag einströmen zu lassen. Noch wertungsfrei beobachten, wie sich verschiedene Prioritäten für die nächsten Stunden ordnen. Und dazu Kaffee. Kurz vor 6. Habt es mild heute!)

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Accelerando

PART 1: Slow Takeoff

"The question of whether a computer can think is no more interesting than the question of whether a submarine can swim."

– Edsger W. Dijkstra

Chapter 1: Lobsters

Manfred's on the road again, making strangers rich.

It's a hot summer Tuesday, and he's standing in the plaza in front of the Centraal Station with his eyeballs powered up and the sunlight jangling off the canal, motor scooters and kamikaze cyclists whizzing past and tourists chattering on every side. The square smells of water and dirt and hot metal and the fart-laden exhaust fumes of cold catalytic converters; the bells of trams ding in the background, and birds flock overhead. He glances up and grabs a pigeon, crops the shot, and squirts it at his weblog to show he's arrived. The bandwidth is good here, he realizes; and it's not just the bandwidth, it's the whole scene. Amsterdam is making him feel wanted already, even though he's fresh off the train from Schiphol: He's infected with the dynamic optimism of another time zone, another city. If the mood holds, someone out there is going to become very rich indeed.

He wonders who it's going to be.

* * *

Manfred sits on a stool out in the car park at the Brouwerij 't IJ, watching the articulated buses go by and drinking a third of a liter of lip-curlingly sour gueuze. His channels are jabbering away in a corner of his head-up display, throwing compressed infobursts of filtered press releases at him. They compete for his attention, bickering and rudely waving in front of the scenery. A couple of punks – maybe local, but more likely drifters lured to Amsterdam by the magnetic field of tolerance the Dutch beam across Europe like a pulsar – are laughing and chatting by a couple of battered mopeds in the far corner. A tourist boat putters by in the canal; the sails of the huge windmill overhead cast long, cool shadows across the road. The windmill is a machine for lifting water, turning wind power into dry land: trading energy for space, sixteenth-century style. Manfred is waiting for an invite to a party where he's going to meet a man he can talk to about trading energy for space, twenty-first-century style, and forget about his personal problems.

He's ignoring the instant messenger boxes, enjoying some low-bandwidth, high-sensation time with his beer and the pigeons, when a woman walks up to him, and says his name: "Manfred Macx?"

He glances up.

These are the very first parts of the Accelerando novel.

A novel about #Science #Fiction #SciFi, #Transhumanism and some "foreign" concepts of living in the #far #future. ;)

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A novel by Charles Stross

Copyright © Charles Stross, 2005

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Ace Books, New York, July 2005, ISBN 0441012841

Orbit Books, London, August 2005, ISBN 1841493902

Copyright © Charles Stross, 2005.

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