Feedly is down this morning so the usual what am I reading is out the window, but as I was looking for something worthwhile to post I found this book excerpt over at boingboing. First the description of the book:
Five hundred years from now, ex-corporate mercenary Koko Martstellar is swaggering through an easy early retirement as a brothel owner on The Sixty Islands, a manufactured tropical resort archipelago known for its sex and simulated violence. Surrounded by slang-drooling boywhores and synthetic komodo dragons, Koko finds the most challenging part of her day might be deciding on her next drink. That is, until her old comrade Portia Delacompte sends a squad of security personnel to murder her.
now the excerpt (or actually an excerpt of the excerpt):
A few hours later, Archimedes rouses Koko with a triple-shot cup of hydroponic espresso on a saucer.
Archimedes is dressed in a red cotton macramé thong and black rubber sandals and gushes a non-stop stream of indecipherable burbles and clicks, the gist of which suggests that a group of six CPB security personnel are downstairs in the main bar and very, very angry.
Koko rubs the heels of her hands into her eyes and sits up on sweat-soaked pillows. She takes the offered coffee from Archimedes’ trembling hands and downs the scalding liquid in a string of sharp, wincing slurps.
“What time is it?” she asks, stretching.
Archimedes takes the empty espresso cup and sets it on the saucer.
Koko’s eyes pop. “Six-fif-what? Goddamn it! Since when do CPB security clowns get their collective acts together before eight? The message on the prompts said they wouldn’t be here until nine. What the—”
To me this sounds like badly transposed dialogue from a Traveller game but maybe I am being overly harsh. What do you think? (all 1.3 of you my loyal readers)