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- Cross Product: coming soon
Starting tomorrow I'm going to serialize Cross Product here; one chapter will appear every Monday morning through the Summer. I've set them up to appear as new postings, b
- Cross Product, chapter 15: The eleutherophobe
Again Mella returned to the tripod and lantern. There were faint clinkings. Maybe she was cooking up a stir-fry in the wok. That wasn't really a very amusing thought; I wa
- Cross Product, chapter 14: In a midnight choir
Late on Saturday afternoon I was lying on a soft, mossy slope in the sun, looking up at the clouds and thinking of not much of anything. I had gotten so far into the whole
- Cross Product, chapter 13: Every possible Universe
Far too early and far too loud, Taylor was hip-checking me in my sleeping bag and saying "Wake up, sleepyhead! It's morning!" I pried my eyelids open and indeed it was. I
- Cross Product, chapter 12: Crimson and pearl
I stood on a bared mound of rock watching the yellow Sun sinking into the trees. It almost lined up with a straight row of hills, and I wondered if it would line up with t
- Cross Product, chapter 11: Whiteshade simple
Rick winced in pain as he eased into a kitchen chair, and Mella was immediately all over him. She tore the bandage from his leg and gazed alertly at his cut. Looking up at
- Cross Product, chapter 10: Yes means no
Late afternoon we started looking for a place to camp. We had hoped to reach the summit, but we'd made slower progress than we had expected, and it looked more reasonable
- Cross Product, chapter 9: Jugging for cats
When I started going to Scouts, it was the first year that they let girls join. I could tell you a few stories about that, to be sure, but they wouldn't be as interesting
- Cross Product, chapter 8: Tetrachromat women
One of the many things I hate about direct marketing is the way marketers share their lists. If you get on one mailing list, then pretty soon you're on two, then four, and
- Cross Product, chapter 7: No place for you
Mella's house was not as I remembered it; in fact, the entire subdivision was nowhere to be seen. Instead, the forest ended suddenly at the edge of an oblong gravel area.
- Cross Product, chapter 6: The lead badge
I picked my way across the castle courtyard with the consecrated lead badge burning on my right breast, careful not to fall into any of the open graves. My task was compli
- Cross Product, chapter 5: Line coverage
When the only tool you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail. When I was working for a company that did relational databases, we tried to tell our clients that ev
- Cross Product, chapter 4: Green and yellow
I'm addicted to information. I used to subscribe to IEEE Transactions in Information Theory , the big green one. It was good for impressing people, for killing flies, and
- Cross Product, chapter 3: Tired light
I hate parties. That's why I go to every one I'm invited to. I'm trying to expand my horizons, stalk myself. When I got an email from my friend, or perhaps I should say my
- Cross Product, chapter 2: Distance and heritage
I spent Monday at work doing code inspection. I ride to work every morning wondering why I put up with it, or at least mornings when I've got a backlog, but there are enou
- Cross Product, chapter 1: Freedom and intelligence
I'm a computer programmer. I'm the best kind - the kind they call a Real Programmer. Other kinds of programmers think I'm not quite human, because I can do things they c
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