By Robert Charles Wilson
Tom iciness idea the secluded cottage within the Pacific Northwest will be the ideal refuge—a position to nurse the injuries of misplaced love and happiness. yet Tom quickly discovers that his refuge is the portal of a tunnel via time. At one finish is the current. on the different end—New York urban, 1963.
His trip again to the early Sixties turns out to provide him the opportunity to begin over in an easier, more secure international. yet he unearths that the tunnel holds a chance some distance more than whatever he left in the back of: a human killing laptop escaped from a bleak and brutal destiny, who will do something to guard the key passage that he idea was once his on my own. to maintain his worlds, previous and current, Tom iciness needs to face the terrors of an unknown global to come.
From Robert Charles Wilson, the Hugo Award-winning writer of Spin, A Bridge of Years is a vintage technology fiction tale of time-travel and human transformation.
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Back, she typed into the IM window. The reply was instantaneous: Salutations. Caitlin left the speakers off and used her Braille display to read the text while simultaneously looking at it in the chat window. She was struggling to read visually; she’d played with wooden cutouts of letters as a kid, but to actually recognize by sight a B or an H or a g or that blerking q that she was always mixing up with p was a pain in the ass. What did you do while I was away? she asked. You weren’t away, Webmind replied.
He scrolled the IM window back so she could see the first of the four exchanges he’d just had with Webmind. But she couldn’t read the first one. Not because the text was small or in an odd font, though. She went through it, character by character, trying, really trying, to make sense of it, but— Y-o-u . . yes, that was easy. But it was followed by m-s-u-t,which wasn’t even a word, for crying out loud, and then it was r-s-e-p,and more. “I can’t read it,” she said in frustration. Her dad actually smiled.