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In a Land of Sand and Ruin and Gold [MultiFormat]
eBook by David Langford
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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: At the far end of time, when all Earth is a cosy adventure playground, there are still misfits who long for something new and different. Love and horror follow when one of them acquires an ancient mind weapon. According to Damien Broderick, this story foreshadowed the preoccupations of Greg Egan.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Other Edens, ed. Christopher Evans and Robert Holdstock, 1987
Fictionwise Release Date: June 2004
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [57 KB], eReader (PDB) [26 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [12 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [12 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [63 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [84 KB], hiebook (KML) [37 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [40 KB], iSilo (PDB) [10 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [13 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [41 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [21 KB]
Words: 3375
Reading time: 9-13 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
By now all the legends had been written, and rewritten, until long polishing had worn them smooth. It was the same with the continents. In the sky, a dragon which older myths called entropy was nibbling at the last of the stars. Except on the rare frosty nights, the sky was hidden in an ancient haze. Nobody cared.
Meckis thought he did, though only for himself and the hope that something could be different. Over a dozen centuries he'd put together a personal philosophy which in the great tradition of personal philosophies revealed him as singular and special. His touchstone was boredom: he'd convinced himself that of all the complaisant thousands on the dull Earth, Meckis was one of a very few still capable of finding this cosy eternity a bore. He prowled through caressing haze, looking for a different liaison which he knew would be the same. Underfoot lay threadbare grass with desert patches peeping through, concrete gone to sand. At intervals the old world's permanent machines lay canted or half-buried, eager to serve him food, drink, drugs, visions. Meckis grudgingly ate and drank, but no more. He wanted "something real".
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