"Woman, I behold thee, flippant, vain, and full of fancies."
These were the words that woke Clair Hill, two days later. They were painted in bold, red Courier across the walls of her bedroom by her reality-augmenting lenses. She struggled out of sleep, blinking. The words had woken her just as her Words had woken me, burning silently into REM sleep and plucking her prematurely from unconsciousness.
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113 (Twinmaker)Science Fiction
A post-scarcity world transformed by free, instantaneous travel should be paradise, but nothing is ever as it seems. When an ordinary girl uses Improvement, a meme promising a complete physical makeover by little more than wishing for it, she brings...