|
INCOMERS Paul J. McAuley Of the three friends had seen the man in one of the malls or plazas of the new city, they wouldn't have spared him a second glance, but in the old part of Xamba, the largest city on Saturn's second-largest moon, where the weird was commonplace and the commonplace weird, he was as exotic as a tiger strolling down Broadway ii old New York. People born and raised in the weak or nonexisent gravity of the various moons, orbital habitats, and ships of the niter reaches of the solar system—Outers—were generally taller han basketball stars and skinny as rails, and most citizens of old Kamba were of pale-skinned, blond, blue-eyed Nordic stock. This Tian, with a compact build, a shaven head, a neatly pointed black beard, and skin the color of old teak, was definitely no Outer. So why was he sitting at a tiny stall near the bottom of the produce market's spiral walkway, a place where most incomers never ventured, selling bundles of fresh herbs and various blends of herb tea? Jack Miyata said that he was probably a harmless |
插件设计: zasq.net
本帖子中包含更多资源
您需要 登录 才可以下载或查看,没有帐号?立即注册
x
|