Larry Niven, Jerry Pournelle
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The gigantic comet had slammed into Earth, forging earthquakes a thousand times too powerful to measure on the Richter scale, tidal waves thousands of feet high. Cities were turned into oceans; oceans turned into steam. It was the beginning of a new Ice Age and the end of civilization. But for the terrified men and women chance had saved, it was also the dawn of a new struggle for survival--a struggle more dangerous and challenging than any they had ever known....
grinning to show teeth that had been straightened in youth, Tony was dressed as usual: jeans, wool vest, no shirt, digger hat, sandals. He looked at Harry through the gate. "Hey, man, what's happenin'?" The rain affected him not at all. "The picnic's been called off. I came to tell you." Tony looked blank, then laughed. "The picnic! Hey, that's funny. I'll tell them. They're all huddling in the house. Maybe they think they'll melt." "I'm half melted already. Here's your mail." Harry handed it
the Senator's questioning. The man was judge and jury, and he wasn't going to take long to make his decision. "Mark and Joanna found me and carried me along till I came back to life. They brought Marie, too. They're with me." "Sure. Okay, what are you trading?" Harvey shrugged. "A TravelAll I know how to use. Some . . . hell, a lot of experience surviving—backpacking, war correspondent, helicopter pilot . . ." "You were in L.A. You saw it?" "Mark and Joanna did. We have information, if that's
westward current, this same flow that held the strange body against the bus. It was smaller than a man. It was all the colors of decay; the big, drastically bent legs were almost falling off. What was it? It had arms. For a mad moment Rick pictured Hammerfall as the first step in an interstellar invasion, or as part of a program for tourists from other worlds. Those tiny arms the long mouth gaping in death, the Chianti-bottle torso . . . "I'll be damned," he said. "It's a kangaroo." "Well, I
Christopher's frown faded and he almost smiled. "Have at 'em, Harry. Lost causes are the only ones worth fighting for. And the taxpayer's cause is about as lost as they come. I'll close the gate behind you." Day's end. Clockout time. Harry went into the sorting rooms behind the Post Office. There was a note pinned to his station. "Hairy the Wolf wants to see you. Gina XXX" Gina—tall, black, erect of posture and large of bone, the only black in the valley as far as Harry knew—was at the
The Apollo led, at 25,000 feet per second: Baker and Delanty, ass-backward around the Earth each ninety minutes. "Done," Rick said. "Now let's watch them try." "Rojj," Baker said. He activated a camera system. There was a cable connector in the docking mechanism, and the picture came through perfectly: a view of Soyuz, massive and closer than they'd expected, approaching Hammerlab from the far side. The Soyuz grew, nose on. It wobbled slightly in its orbit, showing its massive bulk: Soyuz was