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SIGNAL TO NOISE
Alastair Reynolds




Alastair Reynolds is a frequent contributor to
Interzone, and has also sold to
AsimovтАЩs
Science Fiction, Spectrum SF, and elsewhere. His first novel,
Revelation Space
, was widely hailed as one of the major SF books of the year; it was quickly followed b
Chasm City, Redemption Ark, Absolution Gap, andCentury Rain, all big
sprawling space operas that were big sellers as well, establishing Reynolds as one of
best and most popular new SF writers to enter the field in many years. His other books
include a novella collection,
Diamond Dogs, Turquoise Days. His most recent
books are a novel,
Pushing Ice, and two new collections,
Galactic North andZima
Blue and Other Stories. Coming up is a new novel, Prefect. A professional
The
scientist with a Ph.D. in astronomy, Reynolds comes from Wales, but lives in the
Netherlands, where he works for the European Space Agency.

ReynoldsтАЩs work is known for its grand scope, sweep, and scale (in one story,
тАЬGalactic North,тАЭ a spaceship sets out on in pursuit of another in a stern chase that tak
thousands of years of time and hundreds of thousands of light-years to complete; in an
тАЬThousandth Night,тАЭ ultrarich immortals embark on a plan that will call for the physical
rearrangement of all the stars in the galaxy. In the intimate and compassionate story th
follows, he sticks a lot closer to home, in one senseтАФwhile in another sense taking us
another universe altogether, one further away than the most distant galaxies, but close
the touch of a hand.

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FRIDAY
MICK Leighton was in the basement with the machines when the police came for him.
been trying to reach Joe Liversedge all morning to cancel a prearranged squash matc
was the busiest week before exams, and Mick had gloomily concluded that he had too
tutorial work to grade to justify sparing even an hour for the game. The trouble was tha
had either turned off his phone or left it in his office, where it wouldnтАЩt interfere with the
machines. Mick had sent an email, but when that had gone unanswered he decided the
was nothing for it but to stroll over to JoeтАЩs half of the building and inform him in person
now Mick was a sufficiently well-known face in JoeтАЩs department that he was able to co
and go more or less as he pleased.

тАЬHello, matey,тАЭ Joe said, glancing over his shoulder with a half-eaten sandwich in
hand. There was a bandage on the back of his neck, just below the hairline. He was
hunched over a desk covered in laptops, cables, and reams of hardcopy. тАЬReady for a