Dick Price: Picking up her pace and averting her eyes as she approached, she hugged the far side of the walkway and skirted quickly past to avoid my hulking figure.
The Last Kill Shot
Dick Price: It was overkill, every bit of it—the grunt, the huge swing, the twisting hips, the spray of perspiration, even the unsteady lumbering back toward the middle.
Lost Spirits of the Lake Where a Mother Found the Face of a Mountain
Paul Haeder: Fractured images of a father chopping wood for the pot-belly stove. A mother torn between the beatings and the bottle, yet raging inside Tory is the feeling of slag spilling over a metal barrel.
When Robots Reign: Getting Along with Robo Sapiens: Part IV
Robert Fuller: The suffering inherent in the Game of Selves is redeemed. You can confidently say, “Good-bye to all that.”
When Robots Reign: Getting Along with Robo Sapiens—III
Robert Fuller: At every stage in the ascent of Man, technological advances have been used to gain a military advantage—better weapons improved your chances in the Game of Selves. Artificial Intelligence was no exception.