Katharina didn’t ask to be born at the very end of the world. Beautiful, blazingly intelligent, she’s the product of a beta test — a human created by machines. But her life doesn’t end when the world ends, it continues on via countless self-replicating starships spreading the seeds of long lost Earth across the Milky Way galaxy.
Her quest for love, for meaning, and for adventure spans lightyears and millennia. It’s a search for what it means to be human, and how far humanity can evolve and still be considered humankind.
Still Kind Of New!
It’s 1982 and Renaldo has no interest in those newfangled “personal” computers. They’re just a fad, they’ll go away soon. In fact, the sooner the better, because they’re killing his typewriter repair business. No one wants to get their machines repaired anymore — they’re all being replaced by these stupid new IBM PCs.
In order to keep his business afloat, he has to accept a side job. Unfortunately, that job comes with strings … to the mob.
And then there’s Yvonne Fong, the pistol-packing, fearless photojournalist who’s caught his eye. Does he have even the slightest chance with her? Probably not, but he’s going to try anyway.
And then there’s his landlord, who keeps on going on about some “prophesy” that he’s supposed to come into possession of a special typewriter. But what’s special about it? Is it magic? Does it grant wishes? Does it tell the future? He thinks it’s all ridiculous nonsense.
That is until he finds out it is in fact very real, and it leads him into some very real trouble.
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