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FastestGunAlive
Apr 7, 2010

Dancing palm tree.
Portal fantasy; I remember reading "Orcs!" when I was in high school. The orcs open up a portal to our world and get their hands on military weapons and a soldier who trains them, then they wreck the elves using machine guns and Huey helicopters. I stopped reading because there was some unnecessarily long and explicit orc on orc sex scenes. I stopped reading fantasy for several years after that

The other one is "Caverns of Socrates" by Mckiernan, which is about a group of rpg gamers who test out a virtual reality version of their game and get trapped in it. Not at all like a litrpg with stat blocks or whatever. I really want this to come out on ebook cause I'm curious to re read it but I don't want to get a physical copy (I move a lot so I'm big on no clutter)

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coyo7e
Aug 23, 2007

by zen death robot
I'd love to see a goon-written litRPG thread, but honestly what would probably happen is the protagonist would choose to be a mage and then roll a 1 for starting hps, then die immediately to something weak as gently caress like failing a riding check to mount their donkey and leave town. Basically it'd be badly-written version of the seven rogues I lost over the course of two or three semester in college - who all died to rats in one way or another.

Peel
Dec 3, 2007

Mel Mudkiper posted:

you mean the one already posted on this page

no it was uhhhh, a different one. yeah. i definitely didn't skim past that quote because my hindbrain saw the bolded words under it and assumed it was about the fifth season

Velius
Feb 27, 2001

FastestGunAlive posted:

Portal fantasy; I remember reading "Orcs!" when I was in high school. The orcs open up a portal to our world and get their hands on military weapons and a soldier who trains them, then they wreck the elves using machine guns and Huey helicopters. I stopped reading because there was some unnecessarily long and explicit orc on orc sex scenes. I stopped reading fantasy for several years after that

The other one is "Caverns of Socrates" by Mckiernan, which is about a group of rpg gamers who test out a virtual reality version of their game and get trapped in it. Not at all like a litrpg with stat blocks or whatever. I really want this to come out on ebook cause I'm curious to re read it but I don't want to get a physical copy (I move a lot so I'm big on no clutter)

It's actually "Grunts!" by Mary Gentle. It was actually pretty decent as a genre parody. The premise isn't that a portal opens to our world exactly, but rather that a Dragon hoarded treasures from various worlds it accessed by portals. In its stash are a bunch of M-16s, marine uniforms and other gear - All cursed to make those who loot them take up traits of the former owners or something. The overarching joke being that Orks aren't very different from marines.

freebooter
Jul 7, 2009

I'd also long assumed that genre fiction outsells "literary" fiction but it would seem it's way more complicated than such a simple measurement - I skim read through this and found it dull enough that it outweighed my interest. But a salient point in there is that the bestseller lists are entirely dominated by anomalies.

My own semi-scientific gut feeling, based on the year I worked in a bookstore, is that we shifted more copies of genre fiction (including Paterson thrillers etc) than of stuff I'd consider "literary." But of course there was way more of that than literary fiction, i.e. as Mudkiper points out you will have Cussler alongside Camus. If you consider "literary" to be just another genre - alongside thrillers, YA fiction, chick lit etc - then it probably sells no better or worse than any other individual genre.

The most depressing thing to remember is that no genre actually sells well at all, period. The vast majority of the stock that came into our warehouse - probably, like, 70% of the books - eventually got pulled from the shelves, boxed up again and returned to the publisher.

FastestGunAlive
Apr 7, 2010

Dancing palm tree.

Velius posted:

It's actually "Grunts!" by Mary Gentle. It was actually pretty decent as a genre parody. The premise isn't that a portal opens to our world exactly, but rather that a Dragon hoarded treasures from various worlds it accessed by portals. In its stash are a bunch of M-16s, marine uniforms and other gear - All cursed to make those who loot them take up traits of the former owners or something. The overarching joke being that Orks aren't very different from marines.

Oh yea that's right. I mean, it was funny, to be fair, I just got weirded out. How did the human end up in their world? Did they summon him?

ShinsoBEAM!
Nov 6, 2008

"Even if this body of mine is turned to dust, I will defend my country."

FastestGunAlive posted:

Portal fantasy; I remember reading "Orcs!" when I was in high school. The orcs open up a portal to our world and get their hands on military weapons and a soldier who trains them, then they wreck the elves using machine guns and Huey helicopters. I stopped reading because there was some unnecessarily long and explicit orc on orc sex scenes. I stopped reading fantasy for several years after that

The other one is "Caverns of Socrates" by Mckiernan, which is about a group of rpg gamers who test out a virtual reality version of their game and get trapped in it. Not at all like a litrpg with stat blocks or whatever. I really want this to come out on ebook cause I'm curious to re read it but I don't want to get a physical copy (I move a lot so I'm big on no clutter)

I still got to read this book some day if only for it's great description.

Into The Abyss posted:

Turns out: "The Demon Weed" really is a Gateway Drug!

Who knew?

Tom Perkinje certainly didn't. He had never smoked anything in his life, but as the new kid in town trying to make friends, he'd gone to a party and had foolishly let his new buddy Reggie talk him into trying a joint that he'd picked up from a new dealer.

Before he knew it, Tom was having a seriously bad trip; a total out of body experience where the world had dissolved around him. A few puffs in and he'd gotten this massive case of tunnel vision where the entire party seemed to be happening at the other end of a long tunnel; soon it was like he was having this weird out of body experience looking down at himself.

The next thing Tom knew, there were these deranged myopic wizards from some place called Astlan calling on him in some sort of pig Latin mumbo jumbo. They had somehow mistaken Tom for a demon! He tried to flee but the wizards were relentless and were determined to conjure him into their world and bind him as their demon slave for all of eternity!

Oh, yeah, and those crazy wizards? Turns out they were going to war and planned to use their new demon slave as a secret weapon to obliterate the enemy!

Victorkm
Nov 25, 2001

ShutteredIn posted:

What's wrong with your brain?

Depression? Not sure. I can read almost anything and not have to put it down as long as its not just sentence fragments and misspellings, and I enjoy LitRPG novels slightly more than most of the self-published fantasy out there on Amazon.

BravestOfTheLamps posted:

I on the other hand am going to be a dick, and say that anyone who enjoys LitRPGs is a worse person for doing so.

I was going to reply to this but then I saw you were the one who posted it and just made a cooing noise.

Cardiac posted:

I fail to see the difference between litRPG and making a journal of your RPG adventure.
It basically sounds like I would run an entire adventure by myself as both the GM and the PCs and then write it down.

Its not really that much like what you are saying here. In the bad ones, its like the author is writing down a description of their fantasy MMORPG along with (in the really bad ones) a mary-sue fantasy of how their character is more special than everyone else playing the same game and in the really really bad ones, they never move on from showing the initial description of combat or whatever and repeat those stat blocks forever.

In the better fare, the game world is shown as some kind of mirror of the larger outside world, and used to tell a story with a moral reflecting on the real world. Such as in Awaken Online where the main antagonist is, in the real world, the son of the CEO of the corporation that has developed the titular game. The CEO suspects his kid is a sociopath and possibly on the approach to being a serial killer, and so he willfully ignores the fact that the AI who has built and runs the game world has developed the ability to read and modify peoples conscious and unconscious brain waves to further its given purpose of getting people to keep playing the game because he thinks the AI may end up curing his son. Unfortunately, the AI controller doesn't get this quite right at first and the sociopath ends up leading the major forces for "good" in a crusade to wipe out the faction of undead NPCs and players that was founded by the protagonist, a student in the same school who was expelled for fighting when the sociopath punched him in the face unprovoked. The protagonist is also being influenced by the AI to be more decisive and a strong leader, but not until after it mistakenly thought he enjoyed murdering players and npcs and pushed him on that path which ended up in him becoming a necromancer and eradicating an entire starting city with out of control zombies before converting it to a new faction with him as the leader. And just like in real life, the whole world sees him as the bad guy, even though he's just a bullied kid lashing out.


coyo7e posted:

so I'm curious, does litRPG also contain novels or series where the protagonist suddenly is transported into a magical fantasy world, or specifically one which goes by RPG game rules?

I recall reading some series a while back about a dude who was like a US soldier in the vietnam war who gets killed and suddenly wakes up as an elf in a fantasy world.. It was pretty dumb, and I think that at at least one point, he is running around as an elf with a machine gun.

Most of the portal fantasy that is also LitRPG comes with the people who are brought to the new world seeing game style notifications of skill increases etc. Usually this is the case because the world they were transported to is somehow driven by the collective unconscious which has forced the way natural laws work in that world to conform to MMORPG tropes.

For a fun exception to this world, see Blaise Corvin's Delvers LLC novels where the 2 main characters are brought to Ludus, the planet where the series is set, by a malevolent god named Dolos who has kidnapped millions of sentient to not so sentient creatures from throughout the universe to gather data on their interactions along with the interactions of "Dolos orbs" which are capsules people can swallow that give them superior magical powers (expressed to them in their dreams by the entity that inhabits the orb and is a sort of symbiote as talent trees.) and are told to unify all of the continents on the planet in order to be allowed to leave.

He calls it LitRPG light in that not much is transparent to the protagonists in how the world works, but its still somewhat gamey in execution.

I'm not sure how much I like the two existent novels. They were fun, but neither Henry or Jason, the main characters, are all that likeable.

Rough Lobster posted:

Can we group write a litrpg? Maybe we'll even get it published!

"The princess cast me a smouldering look from across the room. I knew I've have a chance to bone her but only if I got my Charisma score past 13 to meet her check. I downed my brandy and set off to find an attribute boosting piece of headwear..."

Oh man, this is kind of a thing already. Not really, but I read one called "Sucked into an RPG" (regretted it too) by Dee Stone where the main character is transported into what is basically Skyrim but not Skyrim. For the first third of the book, NPCs will only respond to the main character if he reads lines to him that are provided by the game world, and only with scripted statements. He's got a crush on an NPC shopkeeper and at one point I'm pretty sure I remember him thinking about raping her. He also pulls his dick out and pees on the ground in front of a couple npc children. This book is hot garbage. Its also boring as gently caress.


90s Cringe Rock posted:

Could you please elaborate on this?

You can put it in spoilers if you like.

I'm not being sarcastic.

Sure. In the first book, the main character Mahan has been put in prison for hacking into a public sewage system on what was supposedly a white hat job but turned out to be a set up by the woman who hired him. As part of his punishment he is placed into an internment/work camp in the MMO game that everyone plays. He's assigned the Shaman class, which most players discount as pretty worthless, but is characterized by the AI the runs the game world feeding them extrasensory information through their pod. By some virtue, Mahan is portrayed during most of the series as being a bit of a virtuoso in following these feelings. In the first book he becomes a jewelcrafter, crafting part of a unique chess set and being the first to clear a dungeon in the work camp along with friends he made along the way. This gives them all permanent character buffs that will spread to their guild if they are in one. They decide they will form their own guild when they make it out of the work camp to the main game world. Over the next few books Mahan follows his feelings into stumbling into several continent wide events and ends up splitting the continent into light and dark factions working against a third shadow faction led by the big bad. He continues crafting this chess set and eventually falls in with Anastaria, the highest level paladin on the server, who joins his guild after some friction between his guild and her former guild involving them recruiting his friends from the mining camp but she has a falling out with her father who runs that guild and they end up falling in love and getting married in-game, still basically driving the continent wide storyline. Finally, Mahan finishes crafting the chess set he started in the first book which is supposed to open some sort of vault of crazy rare treasure, and Anastaria reveals that shes been manipulating him the whole time. Her guild has infiltrated all levels of his guild and drat near everything he's done in the past 4 books has served her goals and shes just been using him for his access to the chess set the entire time. They dismantle his entire guild and leave him heartbroken. Its a pretty dark moment, which contrasts with how deliriously happy he's been with this girl for the last couple books.

In the first book of the dark paladin series, no one in the game world seemingly gives a poo poo about the main character, and in fact most are out to kill him from the start. He's manipulated and treated like a piece of poo poo for the whole book but he manages to survive and even excel against the rest of the involved parties, though not without compromising his own ideals.

navyjack posted:

That would be the "Bifrost Guardian" books by Mickey Zucker Reichart. What kind of surprising is that they aren't actually all that bad despite the author's clear intention to make them bad!

Oh man, I really liked these when I was a kid.

The Ninth Layer
Jun 20, 2007

I've read the first two books of Way of the Shaman. There's absolutely no way of describing the books that doesn't sound dumb as hell, but as someone who spent probably a year of my life playing World of Warcraft I found the books captured a good deal of the enjoyment and mystery I first felt in playing that game. For translated books about a guy's MMO journal they were pretty enjoyable, easy reads and I'm sure I'll pick up the rest of them now that they've been translated.

I can't speak to other litRPG books, the closest I've read to them would be Otherland which I enjoyed a lot and Ready Player One which was awful.

Khizan
Jul 30, 2013


Mel Mudkiper posted:

Also, the general lit section is usually way broader than sci-fi fantasy. You will have Clive Cussler sitting beside Camus. I always saw the fact scifi and fantasy got it's own section as a sign of popularity.

Eh.

A lot of SF+F readers only really read in the genre. Hell, I'm guilty of that. Clustering all the genre books together makes it easier for them to sell me books. Same thing applies to several other genres as well. There's lots of romance readers who only read romance, etc.

Also, let's be real here. The SF+F readers are going to average out as the grossest and sweatiest and neckbeardiest section of your clientele. Putting their stuff in their own little area greatly reduces the chance you're going to have them scaring off the customers that shower regularly.

FastestGunAlive
Apr 7, 2010

Dancing palm tree.

ShinsoBEAM! posted:

I still got to read this book some day if only for it's great description.

Don't smoke demon weed, friends

Biplane
Jul 18, 2005

Counterpoint: never don't smoke devil weed,

Groke
Jul 27, 2007
New Adventures In Mom Strength

GreyjoyBastard posted:

Donaldson also wrote another portal fantasy that I actually like better than Covenant for a hojillion reasons, The Mirror Of Her Dreams and the sequel. As far as I can tell nobody has ever realized it exists.

Nah, I read that way back when it came out, it was cool and clever and neat. Also, I liked how the protagonists had head issues but got the gently caress over them enough to use their heads to be clever and also summon a loving spaceman hero with power armor, sure, why not.

uberkeyzer
Jul 10, 2006

u did it again
Anyone here read Among Others by Jo Walton? I just finished it and it's really a well done and charming mix of SF-ish fairy story and British boarding school / coming of age novel. It's particularly appealing for those of us who've read a lot in-genre as the main character talks a lot about Heinlein, LeGuin, etc. (and talks poo poo about Thomas Covenant and Piers Anthony...) Anything else by Walton that's worth reading?

Cardiac
Aug 28, 2012

LitRPG is the rabbit hole that just keeps on giving. :stare: :psyduck:

Hieronymous Alloy
Jan 30, 2009


Why! Why!! Why must you refuse to accept that Dr. Hieronymous Alloy's Genetically Enhanced Cream Corn Is Superior to the Leading Brand on the Market!?!




Morbid Hound

uberkeyzer posted:

Anyone here read Among Others by Jo Walton? I just finished it and it's really a well done and charming mix of SF-ish fairy story and British boarding school / coming of age novel. It's particularly appealing for those of us who've read a lot in-genre as the main character talks a lot about Heinlein, LeGuin, etc. (and talks poo poo about Thomas Covenant and Piers Anthony...) Anything else by Walton that's worth reading?

Neat, I'll check that out.

I've only read her Tooth and Claw but it was amazing IF you want to read an Anthony Trollope novel where all the characters are dragons.

She also wrote a lot about the Aubrey/Maturin series in a blog on Tor.com.

Mel Mudkiper
Jan 19, 2012

At this point, Mudman abruptly ends the conversation. He usually insists on the last word.
I just remembered that Piers Anthony wrote a Xanth novel that was basically a litRPG

Man that is a deep rabbit hole of shame right there

Victorkm posted:

Sure. In the first book, the main character Mahan has been put in prison for hacking into a public sewage system on what was supposedly a white hat job but turned out to be a set up by the woman who hired him. As part of his punishment he is placed into an internment/work camp in the MMO game that everyone plays. He's assigned the Shaman class, which most players discount as pretty worthless, but is characterized by the AI the runs the game world feeding them extrasensory information through their pod. By some virtue, Mahan is portrayed during most of the series as being a bit of a virtuoso in following these feelings. In the first book he becomes a jewelcrafter, crafting part of a unique chess set and being the first to clear a dungeon in the work camp along with friends he made along the way. This gives them all permanent character buffs that will spread to their guild if they are in one. They decide they will form their own guild when they make it out of the work camp to the main game world. Over the next few books Mahan follows his feelings into stumbling into several continent wide events and ends up splitting the continent into light and dark factions working against a third shadow faction led by the big bad. He continues crafting this chess set and eventually falls in with Anastaria, the highest level paladin on the server, who joins his guild after some friction between his guild and her former guild involving them recruiting his friends from the mining camp but she has a falling out with her father who runs that guild and they end up falling in love and getting married in-game, still basically driving the continent wide storyline. Finally, Mahan finishes crafting the chess set he started in the first book which is supposed to open some sort of vault of crazy rare treasure, and Anastaria reveals that shes been manipulating him the whole time. Her guild has infiltrated all levels of his guild and drat near everything he's done in the past 4 books has served her goals and shes just been using him for his access to the chess set the entire time. They dismantle his entire guild and leave him heartbroken. Its a pretty dark moment, which contrasts with how deliriously happy he's been with this girl for the last couple books.

In the first book of the dark paladin series, no one in the game world seemingly gives a poo poo about the main character, and in fact most are out to kill him from the start. He's manipulated and treated like a piece of poo poo for the whole book but he manages to survive and even excel against the rest of the involved parties, though not without compromising his own ideals.

This author really has issues with women huh

Harold Fjord
Jan 3, 2004

uberkeyzer posted:

Anyone here read Among Others by Jo Walton? I just finished it and it's really a well done and charming mix of SF-ish fairy story and British boarding school / coming of age novel. It's particularly appealing for those of us who've read a lot in-genre as the main character talks a lot about Heinlein, LeGuin, etc. (and talks poo poo about Thomas Covenant and Piers Anthony...) Anything else by Walton that's worth reading?

I really liked that book. It was like the sequel to something never written. Plus, she might just be crazy and have killed her sister. woops

fritz
Jul 26, 2003

Mel Mudkiper posted:

This author really has issues with women huh

Welcome to the genre!

Mel Mudkiper
Jan 19, 2012

At this point, Mudman abruptly ends the conversation. He usually insists on the last word.

fritz posted:

Welcome to the genre!

The Chronicles of Nice Guy: Legend of the Alpha Fedora

mllaneza
Apr 28, 2007

Veteran, Bermuda Triangle Expeditionary Force, 1993-1952




Mel Mudkiper posted:

The Chronicles of Nice Guy: Legend of the Alpha Fedora

Ever wanted to own a house ? There you go right there.

Mel Mudkiper
Jan 19, 2012

At this point, Mudman abruptly ends the conversation. He usually insists on the last word.
Emily, her arms wrapped possessively over the wide chest of Dark Lord Chad, laughed as Celph Ensirt was dragged by a thousand bony hands into the portal to the Friend Realm

"Fool, you truly though I could date someone like you?"

Celph Ensirt cried out as a he struggled against the horde. "But... I carried your printer!"

Runcible Cat
May 28, 2007

Ignoring this post

uberkeyzer posted:

Anyone here read Among Others by Jo Walton? I just finished it and it's really a well done and charming mix of SF-ish fairy story and British boarding school / coming of age novel. It's particularly appealing for those of us who've read a lot in-genre as the main character talks a lot about Heinlein, LeGuin, etc. (and talks poo poo about Thomas Covenant and Piers Anthony...) Anything else by Walton that's worth reading?

I actually found it kind of annoying for the weird reason that the protagonist only gushes about popular and critically well-received writers. I'd've liked it more if she admitted to getting her mind blown once as a kid by an, I dunno, Stanton Coblentz or Merritt or something else she'd look back later on with utter embarrassment, because face it, it's happened to all of us. Look back and cringe!

That said I love Walton's Tooth and Claw, which is a Victorian-styled novel of manners with a cast of dragons and a plot that kicks off when when one sibling selfishly eats all of dad's dead body without sharing.

^^^ Ed: aha, missed HA recommending that too! ^^^

Runcible Cat fucked around with this message at 15:02 on May 9, 2017

Safety Biscuits
Oct 21, 2010

uberkeyzer posted:

Anyone here read Among Others by Jo Walton? I just finished it and it's really a well done and charming mix of SF-ish fairy story and British boarding school / coming of age novel. It's particularly appealing for those of us who've read a lot in-genre as the main character talks a lot about Heinlein, LeGuin, etc. (and talks poo poo about Thomas Covenant and Piers Anthony...) Anything else by Walton that's worth reading?

I've posted about it before, it's not good. Tooth and Claw is her only other book I've read and that was good. Her Tor.com posts were about half of what made the site worth reading, too.

Groke
Jul 27, 2007
New Adventures In Mom Strength

uberkeyzer posted:

Anything else by Walton that's worth reading?

Walton is always worth reading. I'll just recommend her debut duology, The King's Peace and The King's Name, which are a not-Arthurian fantasy set in not-Britain just as not-Christianity is really starting to catch on. She specifically set out to construct a world where women could reasonably be warriors (and anything else) on a near-equal basis to men and the results were pretty interesting.

PlushCow
Oct 19, 2005

The cow eats the grass
TOR's ebook of the month is Vernor Vinge's A Fire Upon the Deep, it's a good book and you should signup and get it for free http://www.tor.com/2017/05/09/torcom-ebook-club-may/

Only available through the 15th

I like its sequel/prequel A Deepness in the Sky a great deal, and you should read it if you like A Fire Upon the Deep.

Mel Mudkiper
Jan 19, 2012

At this point, Mudman abruptly ends the conversation. He usually insists on the last word.
Kind of struggling through Forever War right now. The exposition is just so tedious and distracting.

The characters do not talk like people in the world they inhabit, they talk like characters who know the reader isn't a part of that world. They explain things to each other that should be common knowledge for all of them.

It is like if a soldier in today's military said "today, we are gonna go over guns. Guns are weapons that use gunpowder to fire a small metal bit called a bullet. This gun can fire many of these bullets very quickly, like a machine. You might call it, a machine gun."

uberkeyzer
Jul 10, 2006

u did it again

Runcible Cat posted:

I actually found it kind of annoying for the weird reason that the protagonist only gushes about popular and critically well-received writers. I'd've liked it more if she admitted to getting her mind blown once as a kid by an, I dunno, Stanton Coblentz or Merritt or something else she'd look back later on with utter embarrassment, because face it, it's happened to all of us. Look back and cringe!

That said I love Walton's Tooth and Claw, which is a Victorian-styled novel of manners with a cast of dragons and a plot that kicks off when when one sibling selfishly eats all of dad's dead body without sharing.

^^^ Ed: aha, missed HA recommending that too! ^^^

Tooth and Claw sounds dope, I'll have to read that.

Re the failure to look back and cringe, how about all her gushing about and distribution to her friends of The Number of the Beast, which may be one of the most embarrassing "mainstream" SF books ever written? Man, that book is bad.

uberkeyzer
Jul 10, 2006

u did it again

Nevvy Z posted:

I really liked that book. It was like the sequel to something never written. Plus, she might just be crazy and have killed her sister. woops

I love this take and wish I'd thought of it while reading the book. There was that weird offhand remark about her taking her sister's name, too...

ShinsoBEAM!
Nov 6, 2008

"Even if this body of mine is turned to dust, I will defend my country."

Mel Mudkiper posted:

Kind of struggling through Forever War right now. The exposition is just so tedious and distracting.

The characters do not talk like people in the world they inhabit, they talk like characters who know the reader isn't a part of that world. They explain things to each other that should be common knowledge for all of them.

It is like if a soldier in today's military said "today, we are gonna go over guns. Guns are weapons that use gunpowder to fire a small metal bit called a bullet. This gun can fire many of these bullets very quickly, like a machine. You might call it, a machine gun."

Welcome to the genre, thankfully it seems to be doing less and less of that in recent years.

If you havn't seen it before the classic post David Weber orders a Pizza appropriately mocks some of the genre writing.

In Ovens Baked posted:

The telephone rang.

Jason Wilkins roused himself out of his dough-and-flour-addled stupor, and gazed at the ringing noise emanating from the receiver. He was tall, even for an American, this despite his father's very average height and his mother's petite build. Some had suggested -- in hushed tones and never to his face, of course -- that it was because his mother had long ago taken an ... interest in the very tall mailman who'd graced their neighborhood mail delivery route for so many years. Mail delivery was one of those necessary evils of modern American life; a citizen could send his friends and colleagues e-mail faxes that arrived in the blink of an eye, but there was always the reactionary old contingent who'd never wanted to bother with these "modern contraptions" who insisted on writing letters on paper and sending them through the antiquated network of delivery trucks and post offices, and so long as this contingent existed the mail would also have to exist.

The telephone rang again. Jason wanted to groan and roll his eyes, but he suppressed this urge and put on the mask of outward neutrality expected of a Pizza Maker Second Class. He'd graduated from the Pizza Making Academy with high honors, learning all the nuances of flavor balance, oven management, and paddle flipping -- not to mention the highly prized art of crust spinning -- that went into any Pizza Maker in the service. But he'd also learned the importance of Customer relations, and of the need to project a combined air of confidence and deportment whenever he answered the phone.

He slapped the flour dust from his hands, grasped the receiver, and placed it next to his ear. The light codes on the telephone's front panel danced from flashing red to solid green, letting him know that a live connection had been established.

"Pizza Barn," he intoned. "Is this for dine in, pick up, or delivery?"

"Before we begin," the deep, resonant voice on the other end of the line said, "Let me thank you for taking the time out of your schedule to talk to me." Of course, Jason knew, this appearance of graciousness was just a formality. Any Pizza Maker who'd ever received a call from a Customer knew that you made time for them, rain or shine, day or night, when the call came in. "I know many of you must be concerned about the latest announcements from the U.S. Department of Labor," the voice continued, "Which underscore the slower-than-expected growth our domestic economy has experienced over the last Fiscal quarter. Let me assure you that I in no way intend to withhold and funds from the unwritten custom of tipping that has become so prevalent in your industry."

Inwardly, Jason breathed a sigh of relief. Tipping was the custom of paying extra -- usually a percentage of the price paid for goods and services rendered -- as a reward for outstanding service on the part of the service provider. At least, this was how the custom had gotten started. In practice, the custom had spread to the point where now a tip was expected even if merely average-quality service was provided. A man who transported a freshly-made pizza from the production facility to the Customer's residence could usually count on receiving 15 percent of the pizza's price as free money he could keep for himself, in addition to the salary paid him by his employer. As a result, employers typically took advantage of this situation and set their deliverers' salaries artificially low. Since, technically, there was no legal requirement for the Customer to pay the tip, Customers who had fallen on hard economic times had been known to simply not pay it, leaving the delivery man barely able to subsist on the paltry wages his employer provided. Jason knew the co-worker who was assigned to delivery duty tonight, Pizza Delivery Person Third Class Alonzo Gomez, and had seen the despondent look on his face more than once when Alonzo had returned after a delivery without a tip in his pocket. But this customer had just given his assurance that he would be tipping, thereby relieving Jason of the worries he harbored for his co-worker and comrade.

"As to your original question," the voice on the phone resumed their conversation, "Of the three options you've offered to me, I think Delivery would be the most prudent at this juncture."

"All right," Jason replied, maintaining his professional calm, "What's your address?"

"One two seven one five Harboraz Street," the voice answered. "That's Harboraz spelled like Harbor with an A-Z on the end."

"Is there an apartment number?" Jason asked. Although most Americans preferred to live in single-family units, there were many who, either through economic difficulty or a desire to live close by other specific individuals or simply not caring for the investment a single-family unit entailed, ended up living in large complexes of dewllings called apartments. Some apartment complexes towered dozens of stories high, a feat that would have been impossible in a pre-Bessemer civilization that lacked the ability to mass-manufacture steel. Others sprawled along the ground only a story or two high. But whatever size the complex was, it was always important to indentify which of the many individual units within that apartment complex one lived in. This was usually accomplished by a number, molded in metal and affixed to the center of the unit's front door. Even the antiquated mail delivery system still relied on apartment numbers to route letters to the appropriate box when delivering mail to an apartment complex.

"No," the voice replied immediately, "No apartment number."

"What's the nearest cross street?" Jason continued. In truth, his software would be able to tell him exactly where 12715 Harboraz Street was, and even the exact course that Alonzo could follow in his delivery vehicle to get him there in the least possible time. Modern delivery vehicles were the pinnacle of safety and comfort, but their basic design had changed little from the Model T that had seen service a century ago. An engine produced power by combusting air with gasoline vapor inside a cylinder, which drove a piston attached to a crankshaft. This spinning shaft provided torque that could be routed to the vehicle's wheels through a series of shafts and gears. The wheels themselves mounted inflated rubber rings that pushed against the road surface and impelled the vehicle forward -- or provided braking force if the driver chose to slow down. The contact between the wheels and the road, however, intimately depended on the planet's gravity, and as such each vehicle was restricted to operating entirely on the surface of the planet. This meant that special roadways had had to be built throughout every city, roadways big enough and smooth enough to allow vehicles to pass. The route any driver took to his destination consisted of a series of turns, as these streets often intersected one another, creating a situation where vehicles following along one street had to be careful not to collide with vehicles following a street that crossed theirs. This series of successive turns could easily be figured out by modern map software -- a feat that just three decades earlier would have seemed like science fiction -- but there was always that tiny, tiny chance that the software would make a mistake, or that the street name in question might have been misspelled, and in that case it was vitally important that the driver have the name of another street nearby that ran perpendicular to the street he was interested in.

"The cross street," the voice resumed as though a dissertation on the history of urban traffic had not at all intervened, "Is 4th Avenue."

Jason dutifully wrote this latest piece of information down on a note pad he'd had sitting next to the phone for exactly this purpose. He followed the practice his manager had suggested weeks earlier and wrote in ink, using a hand-held ball-point ink pen made by the Paper Mate company that lay at the end of a tether next to the phone. Ink had had a long and proud history, dating back almost to the dawn of writing itself. He mused about the long, tortuous road leading from the first accountants' tally marks in ancient Mesopotamia to the sophisticated symbolic system of writing modern Americans now enjoyed, but pushed that thought aside to maintain the proper professional air of aloof concentration that Customer relations required.

Then, mentally, he braced himself for the next stage of the phone conversation. He knew it was coming, knew it was as inevitable as next morning's rise of the G2 primary his planet orbited at a comfortable 8 light-minutes, but still he viewed it with trepidation, as he did every time a call got to this stage. "And," he began, smoothing every edge out of his voice he didn't intend to project, "What would you like?"

"Well," the voice answered, "I have in my hand a coupon, bearing the imprint of Pizza Barn and the telephone number I'm now calling you at."

Inwardly, Jason winced. Coupons were another of those necessary evils that had the potential to make the job of the Pizza Maker a living hell. They enticed a Customer to order goods or services when he wouldn't otherwise be inclined to do so, by offering special pricing incentives that would expire if not used by the printed time limit. They also served as a kind of advertising for the company that printed them. However, the pricing deals they spelled out were often convoluted combinations that required the simultaneous ordering of multiple products, and more often than not the exact wording of those combinations appeared only on the coupon itself, copies of which were not made available at the production site -- meaning the Pizza Maker answering the phone had no way of verifying the validity of the Customer's interpretation of the coupon while taking his order. Jason recalled the many times a Customer had presented him with the coupon he'd discussed while making a telephone order, only to discover that the deal was different than the one the Customer had quoted or that the coupon had expired a week ago. In those circumstances, making the Customer happy could, and often did, become an exercise in futility.

"This coupon," the voice on the phone continued, "Allows me to purchase two medium-sized one-topping pizzas, and receive the second one at half price, so long as the second pizza is of equal or lesser value to the first."

Thank goodness, Jason thought. This coupon he recognized from a Pizza Barn flyer that had been mailed to his own residence earlier this week. The flyer had not been addressed to him by name, but had come addressed only to "Current resident" at his address. It was common for local businesses to send out copies of their advertising, such as coupon flyers, to every address known to exist in the city. The mail delivery service even provided bulk discounts to businesses who wanted to send out such "junk mail," provided the businesses who wanted them sent took to the task of sorting the advertisements by destination address to make the job easier for the mail delivery personnel. By happenstance, Jason -- an employee of Pizza Barn and in fact a Pizza Maker Second Class, no less -- had received one of Pizza Barn's own flyers. He'd scanned the coupons, filing their deals and their expiration dates away in his memory for future reference, and the second-medium-pizza-half-price deal his Customer had just quoted matched his memory exactly.

"All right," Jason said, "What would you like on your first pizza?"

"Make the first pizza a mushroom pizza," the voice answered.

Jason wrote down a shorthand notation for "mushrooms" on the notepad, indicating that this topping belonged to the first pizza. He had already written down another shorthand, indicating that the pizza should be medium-sized. Although an Italian invention, modern pizza had flourished under the auspices of Americans like the Shakey Brothers, who had thrown caution to the wind and piled high the mozarella cheese that had so sparsely graced the earlier varieties. The earliest pizzas were little more than focaccia bread, and the notion of piling on pick-and-choose toppings would have been absurd to pizza's pioneers. But today, topping selections had exploded, and included such wanton vagaries as pineapple, pesto, artichoke hearts, and the barbecued meat of poultry birds. Compared to such eccentric modern toppings, mushrooms almost seemed ... quaint. "And the second?" he asked.

"Make the second pizza with pepperoni," the voice said, "And put it on thin crust."

For an instant, the color drained from Jason's face and his blood ran cold. Had he actually said thin crust?! Thin crust was one of Pizza Barn's top secret R&D projects. They had spent months coming up with the ideal balance of crust thickness, edge crimping, and the cornmeal base below the crust designed to reduce its traction on the paddle, all to address the desires of those customers who preferred less breadlike material below their toppings. They intended to release an announcement about Thin Crust over the television faxes, timed to be broadcast to every home during the Big Game, when the greatest number of viewers would be watching. But the Big Game wasn't until next Sunday. How had this Customer learned of the existence of Thin Crust? Was he a spy for a rival pizza company? Had he merely heard rumors about thin crust, perhaps from unscrupulous Pizza Barn employees who'd leaked the secret, and was testing the water, trying to see how he would react?

Jason would have to tread very, very carefully.

"I'm sorry," he began, "We don't --" he suppressed the urge to say currently -- "have thin crust available as an option."

"Oh," the voice replied, and Jason could detect just a hint of crestfallenness in the tone of that single syllable. Jason wondered, briefly, whether he was disappointed that his ploy to get confidential information out of him had failed, or whether he ... just had a thing for thin crust. "In that case, just put it on regular crust."

"Will that be all?" Jason asked.

"Yes," the voice answered.

And now, the calculation began. The pricing of pizza was more art that science, primarily since each individual pizza was so eminently customizable. At base, the order consisted of two medium pizzas. Nominally, each medium pizza cost 10.95 U.S. dollars, but that was the base price and only included the crust, the sauce, and a standard-sized layer of mozarella cheese. What this customer had ordered were one-topping pizzas, pizzas which, in addition to the crust, sauce, and cheese, also each carried a custom topping that would be placed on top of the cheese just before the pizza entered the baking oven. His first pizza added mushrooms, which Jason noted -- looking up the topping and pizza size on his pricing table -- would increase its price by 0.75 U.S. dollars. His second pizza added pepperoni, perhaps the most popular of all pizza toppings, and looking this up in the same table showed an identical price increase for a medium pizza of the same 0.75 U.S. dollars. That raised the price of each pizza to ... he punched the numbers into a tabletop calculator ... 11.70 U.S. dollars. But this was before he factored the coupon into the price. The coupon ordained that whichever one of these pizzas had the lesser normal price would have its price cut in half. Since both pizzas clocked in at 11.70 dollars, either one could be used as the "lesser priced" pizza. Jason chose the pepperoni pizza, the second one the Customer had ordered, and cut its price in half. 11.70 divided by 2 was 5.85. Adding this 5.85 figure to the 11.70 normal price for the mushroom pizza resulted in a total bill of ... 17.55 U.S. dollars.

Or rather, it resulted in a sub-total of 17.55 U.S. dollars. The government of the state in which this Pizza Barn was located was always looking for ways to fill its own coffers, to pay for social programs that kept the politicians-in-power popular with the voters, and one of the ways it had chosen to do so was to impose a sales tax. For every sale that a vendor made to a Customer, the vendor had to pay a flat 5.75% of the sales price to the state's tax collectors. However, a loophole in the law -- engineered by a crafty coalition of vendors when the sales tax had first been voted on in the Legislature -- allowed the vendor to charge the Customer with paying the sales tax directly into the vendor's pockets. That loophole now meant that Jason had the responsibility of calculating the sales tax on the 17.55 U.S. dollar subtotal, and adding it to the Customer's bill. He punched "+ 5.75%" into his calculator, and...

"Your total with tax comes to eighteen fifty-six," Jason said. "It should arrive in about ..." he checked his chrono "... thirty to forty minutes."

"I'll be waiting," the voice said ominously, and closed the connection.

Chapter 2



Pizza Delivery Person Third Class Alonzo Gomez smoothly turned his control wheel counterclockwise, with the skill of a man who'd practiced this maneuver for years. In the sealed chamber in front of his feet, a gear at the end of the wheel's shaft pushed the rack-and-pinion assembly to one side, changing the angle of the vehicle's front wheels. Now, driven onward relentlessly by the vehicle's momentum, the tires bit into the road surface obliquely, forcing the vehicle's nose to port and carrying the enture vehicle with them on its new course. Alonzo and his vehicle thereby rounded the corner, taking them off of Elm street and onto 5th Avenue.

His vehicle wasn't the latest model to roll out of the shipyards, but it had a character all its own to which Alonzo had become attached. The sleek, panel-sided boxy hull was an HHR model, assembled at the Chevrolet shipyards and commissioned into service four years ago. Unlike similar vehicles of that model type, Alonzo's lacked side viewports in its rear half, both as a place to display Pizza Barn's logo and as a means of hiding its cargo from prying eyes. Its engine could deliver a theroetical maximum torque of 203 meter-Newtons to its tires, resilting in a max power of 115,000 Watts. Given the vehicle's empty mass of 1431 kg, its fuel load of 40 kg of petroleum distillate, Alonzo's own mass of 91 kg, and the 4 kg of pizza he was carrying as cargo, this engine power was enough for a max accel of 1.4 gravities, but the coefficient of friction between the vehicle's drive tires and the asphalt road surface limited him to a top practical accel of 0.8 gravities.

Not that he intended to use his max accel for this trip. He wasn't chasing down street pirates, or plotting an intercept vector for a war vehicle. He was simply delivering two pizzas to a Customer, and that was all. Or at least, he kept telling himself that that was all. There was something about this particular Customer that had piqued his attention. He'd attempted to order thin crust while the project was still classified. Sure, he hadn't actually used the code name that Pizza Barn had been hiding their thin crust R&D operation under, and it was possible that he didn't actually know that Pizza Barn did not -- yet -- have a thin crust pizza offering. But Alonzo knew better than to let his guard down in a situation like this. If the Customer did turn out to be a spy, or worse, a blackmailer, Alonzo would need to bring all of his diplomatic skills to bear.

His choice to take 5th Avenue, instead of the 4th Avenue cross street the Customer had given him, had been partly spawned by this wariness. If the Customer were expecting him to approach from 4th Avenue, he might have positioned sentries along that road who could alert him to Alonzo's presence long before he arrived at 12715 Harboraz Street. The decision was only partly spawned by Alonzo's wariness, though. The other reason he'd taken 5th Avenue was that his course-mapping software had chosen it as the optimal route, and Alonzo knew from previous experience that his Global Positioning unit would start arguing with him whenever he began taking a route it didn't recommend.

120 meters later, he pressed the central pedal on his floorboard and the vehicle slowed smootly to a zero-zero intercept with the pavement. A signpost stuck out of the concrete outside, in front of and slightly to the right of his vehicle. It bore a large red octagon, with the word "STOP" emblazoned upon its center in white sans-serif lettering. The sign was a way of establishing right-of-way rules at this intersection of two streets. The vehicles going his direction, and going the opposite direction on the same street, would both see these "stop signs", and would thus be required by law to stop before proceeding. Vehicles following the street that crossed this one, on the other hand, would not see any "stop signs." They would be allowed to continue across the intersection without changing their velocity. If neither street had displayed any "stop signs", then vehicles following either street could legally cross the intersection at constant speed, resulting in disaster should two vehicles from each street be converging on the intersection at the same time. With the stop signs, the vehicles following the stop-signed street would be required to stop and wait for any such "cross traffic", thus ensuring that both they and the crossing vehicles would emerge from the intersection safely.

Alonzo pressed the rightmost pedal on his floorboard while turning his control wheel clockwise, and his vehicle's drive wheels applied a gentle acceleration of 0.2g while his front wheels pulled the vehicle to starboard around this latest corner and onto Harboraz Street.

Half way to the next intersection, he reached the 12715 address. Now he had to moor his vehicle. He couldn't just leave it out in the middle of the street. The street was only about 4 or 5 vehicle-widths across, and if he simply left his vehicle where it was, other vehicles that wanted to use Harboraz Street would have to dodge around him as they passed. Fortunately, the side edges of most streets, including this one, were legally set aside for the purpose of allowing unpiloted vehicles to be moored there. The practice was so common, in fact, that a street had to display signs if vehicles were not allowed to be moored there.

Unfortunately, he was on the wrong side of the street. The mail delivery service imposed strict rules as to how street addresses had to be assigned. Even-numbered addresses always had to go on one side of any street, and odd-numbered addresses had to go on the other. Traffic rules, on the other hand -- which had evolved independently of streeet-numbering rules -- specified that all vehicles had to travel on the right-hand side of the street. This rule permitted vehicles to travel in opposite directions down the same street simultaneously. However, in this case, it presented a conundrum: Alonzo's vehicle was on one side of the street, but the 12715 address his Customer used was on the other. Worse, mooring regulations required a vehicle moored along one side of the street to be facing in the same direction as they would otherwise have to be travelling, with the edge of the street -- the "curb", as it was known -- to be on the vehicle's right side. He would have to turn his vehicle 180 degrees around before he could moor it.

Worse, Alonzo knew, from his long experience with this particular vehicle, that the minimum radius it could turn around in was about 7 meters. The street was too narrow for a 7-meter-radius turn to fit within its boundaries. He would have to perform an advanced and somewhat dangerous maneuver known as the three-point turn.


--- two page description of a 3-point turn followed by parallel parking omitted --


Alonzo tucked the temperature stasis chamber containing the two pizzas under his arm. Then, focusing on the door at the end of the long walkway, he screwed his courage to the sticking place and marched forward. With each step, the door grew larger and more ominous. He wanted to run. He wanted to throw his pizzas into the bushes and flee. But he knew, in his heart of hearts, that delivering these pizzas to his Customer was his responsibility, no matter what the consequences. At last, he arrived at the door. He positioned his finger above the stud next to the door that would announce his presence when pressed. This is it, he thought. Once he pressed that stud, there would be no going back.

With great determination, he brought his finger down on the button.

From deep within the house before him, a chime sounded, a chime as cheerful as this moment wasn't. He thought he heard a dog bark. The domesticated dog, bred over thousands of years from the gray wolf, had become popular in the last two centuries as a pet. There were now nearly as many varieties of dog as there were varieties of people, but one behavioral trait all these different dog varieties had in common was the urge to alert their owners of potential trespassers by a loud vocal noise known as a "bark." Few dogs were savvy enough to distinguish between a genuine intruder and a friendly visitor without their owner's direct intervention, and so most would literally bark at anything. But, Alonzo reassured himself, he had only thought he'd heard a dog bark. It was probably just his imagination.

The clicking of the door's latch made Alonzo hold his breath for just a split-second involuntarily. Then, the wooden panel swung inward on its hinges, finally revealing the person of his Customer. The man facing him was as tall as he was broad, as imposing as his mien was -- at least ourwardly -- jovial. His receding hairline and graying goatee indicated a man who had been born too early to receive the first generation of Prolong treatment. His eyeglasses spoke of a man who opted, for reasons of his own, not to get corrective optic surgery or to wear contact lenses. Around his neck dangled a small cross on a silver chain, a cross whose bottom leg was longer than the other three. It was the near-universal symbol worn by those who espoused fellowship in one of the many varieties of Christian churches. Alonzo wondered, briefly, if the man belonged to the same Anabaptist church as himself, if not the same congregation; but their current professional relationship as Customer and Pizza Delivery Person would not permit him to ask.

"Ah," the Customer said with a practiced air of calm, "You must be from Pizza Barn."

"That's right, sir," Alonzo replied, following the courtesies that his job demanded. He glanced at the yellow slip of paper attached to his thermal stasis unit. That piece of paper had previously been directly underneath the sheet on which Jason had written down this man's pizza order. A chemical coating on the yellow paper had created dark marks on its surface wherever Jason's ink pen had pressed, leaving an exact duplicate impression of the order precisely as Jason had written it. Alonzo read the order to the Customer for verification: "One medium mushroom, and one medium pepperoni?"

"Precisely right," the Customer replied.

Then a nuclear weapon detonated in midair above them, vaporizing the city.

Biplane
Jul 18, 2005

Thats real bad and my life is now markedly worse than it was before I read two thirds of that

Snuffman
May 21, 2004

Someone posted earlier in the thread about "I Don't Even Own A TV" podcast's takedown of "Ready Player One" and I just wanted to thank you.

I listened to their teardown of "Dragons of Autumn Twilight" and it was also very funny. Its a shame they don't do more awful fantasy/scifi but I can see why they don't.

Victorkm
Nov 25, 2001

Mel Mudkiper posted:

I just remembered that Piers Anthony wrote a Xanth novel that was basically a litRPG

Man that is a deep rabbit hole of shame right there


This author really has issues with women huh

Most definitely. And yeah, Demons Don't Dream I think was the Xanth/Xanth video game crossover. It was more of a LitAdventure than a LitRPG.

I just started reading a new series, Tower of Blades. Its making me laugh because the combat pop ups that tell them about the damage they take and do, and their armor class, is taken directly from the Diku MUD codebase.

Its reminding me of "Resurgence: Rise of Resurgence" where the author basically wrote a narrative that consisted of "playing vanilla Everquest" described in great detail, even the parts of vanilla everquest that would not be in any way necessary in a Full immersion VR environment.

Mel Mudkiper
Jan 19, 2012

At this point, Mudman abruptly ends the conversation. He usually insists on the last word.

Biplane posted:

Thats real bad and my life is now markedly worse than it was before I read two thirds of that

I actually thought it was very funny and really summed up how forever war is making me feel

Chairchucker
Nov 14, 2006

to ride eternal, shiny and chrome

THUNDERDOME LOSER 2022




Mel Mudkiper posted:

I just remembered that Piers Anthony wrote a Xanth novel that was basically a litRPG

Man that is a deep rabbit hole of shame right there


If you think that's his biggest reason for shame you have missed this little takedown: http://hradzka.livejournal.com/392471.html

Mel Mudkiper
Jan 19, 2012

At this point, Mudman abruptly ends the conversation. He usually insists on the last word.

Chairchucker posted:

If you think that's his biggest reason for shame you have missed this little takedown: http://hradzka.livejournal.com/392471.html

Surprised he didn't include the multiple page 12 year old girl rape scene from the mode books

occamsnailfile
Nov 4, 2007



zamtrios so lonely
Grimey Drawer

uberkeyzer posted:

Anyone here read Among Others by Jo Walton? I just finished it and it's really a well done and charming mix of SF-ish fairy story and British boarding school / coming of age novel. It's particularly appealing for those of us who've read a lot in-genre as the main character talks a lot about Heinlein, LeGuin, etc. (and talks poo poo about Thomas Covenant and Piers Anthony...) Anything else by Walton that's worth reading?

I enjoyed this book but I feel like it leaned extremely heavily on nostalgia about being a kid and reading all your favorite books for the first time--much like another poster mentioned, she has alarmingly good taste for a young person. I know I read a lot of trash at that age, sometimes because that's what was available and what I could afford, sometimes because a book with a picture of a dragon or a starship on it was more appealing than my dad's dog-eared copy of A Canticle for Leibowitz.

It was still an interesting novel though, following the development of the main character in a difficult school environment, with characters I could be interested in. Ready Player One pretty much had nothing but 80s references to prop it up and while that can still be fun, it was quite shallow and doesn't hold up to repeat readings. I still don't think Among Others needed the Hugo /and/ the Nebula but I get why it appealed so hard to people.

Walton is a big nostalgia reader and advocate of older SF so she just put that knowledge to use. Her Hugo Award retrospective columns were quite interesting for covering the also-rans of eras prior to the internet.

Ornamented Death
Jan 25, 2006

Pew pew!

Mel Mudkiper posted:

Kind of struggling through Forever War right now. The exposition is just so tedious and distracting.

The characters do not talk like people in the world they inhabit, they talk like characters who know the reader isn't a part of that world. They explain things to each other that should be common knowledge for all of them.

It is like if a soldier in today's military said "today, we are gonna go over guns. Guns are weapons that use gunpowder to fire a small metal bit called a bullet. This gun can fire many of these bullets very quickly, like a machine. You might call it, a machine gun."

Two things:

1) I'm assuming you bought the ebook, and are thus reading the expanded edition. There's a reason the original editor cut out a lot of that exposition!

2) It does make a bit of sense for characters to explain things to each other as the effects of time dilation can really screw with what is assumed to be common knowledge.

Mel Mudkiper
Jan 19, 2012

At this point, Mudman abruptly ends the conversation. He usually insists on the last word.

Ornamented Death posted:

Two things:

1) I'm assuming you bought the ebook, and are thus reading the expanded edition. There's a reason the original editor cut out a lot of that exposition!

2) It does make a bit of sense for characters to explain things to each other as the effects of time dilation can really screw with what is assumed to be common knowledge.

Nah, paperback version ~260 pages

And jesus I haven't even gotten to the time stuff yet

I do not get how a man can spend a page describing a suit and then land on an alien planet and just say "Its a jungle"

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Burning Rain
Jul 17, 2006

What's happening?!?!
welcome to science fiction, a genre of speculative fiction, typically dealing with imaginative concepts such as futuristic science and technology, space travel, time travel, faster than light travel, parallel universes, and extraterrestrial life, which often explores the potential consequences of scientific and other innovations, and has been called a "literature of ideas."

he said, putting on his space suit to go out of his space ship.

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