The Commonwealth Saga 2-Book Bundle

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Authors: Peter F. Hamilton
in them. I just want to confirm something, that’s all.”
    “Ah.” LionWalker’s smile grew wise. “I see. Unnatural events it is, then.”
    Dudley began to relax slightly. Eccentric he might be, but LionWalker was also pretty shrewd.
    They reached the end of the platform and the tall man suddenly twisted his wrist and pointed a finger, then slowly drew a semicircle in the air. The OCtattoos on his forearm and wrist flared in a complicated swirl of color. A Toyota pickup truck pulled up sharply in front of them.
    “That’s an interesting control system,” Dudley commented.
    “Aye, well, it’s the one I favor. Sling your bags in the back, will you?”
    They drove off along one of the newly extruded concrete roads, heading out of the busy settlement. LionWalker twitched his fingers every few seconds, inducing another ripple of color in his OCtattoos, and the pickup’s steering would respond fluidly.
    “Couldn’t you just give the drive array some verbal instructions?” Dudley asked.
    “Now what would be the point in that? My way I have control over technology. Machinery does as I command. That’s how it should be. Anything else is mechanthropomorphism. You don’t treat a lump of moving metal as an equal and ask it pretty please to do what you’d like. Who’s in charge here, us or them?”
    “I see.” Dudley smiled, actually warming to the man. “Is mechanthropomorphism a real word?”
    LionWalker shrugged. “It ought to be, the whole bloody Commonwealth practices it like some kind of religion.”
    They quickly left the settlement behind, driving steadily along the road that ran parallel to the coast, just a couple of kilometers inland. Dudley kept catching glimpses of the beautifully clear ocean beyond the small sandy hillocks standing guard behind the shore. Farther inland the ground rose to a range of distant hills. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, nor any breeze. The intense light gave the tufty grass and coastal reeds a dark hue, turning the leaves almost jade. Small scrub trees grew along the side of the road; at first glance similar to terrestrial palms, except their leaves were more like cacti branches, complete with monstrous red thorns.
    Fifty kilometers clear of the settlement the road curved inland. LionWalker gave an elaborate wave with his hand, and the pickup obligingly turned off, heading down a narrow sand track. Dudley wound the window down, smelling the fresh sea air. It wasn’t nearly as salty as most H-congruous worlds.
    “See the way they laid the road well inland?” LionWalker called over the wind. “Plenty of prime real estate between it and the coast. Thirty years’ time, when the city’s grown up, that’ll sell for ten thousand dollars an acre. This whole area will be covered in rich men’s beach houses.”
    “Is that bad?”
    “Not for me,” LionWalker said with a laugh. “I won’t be here.”
    It was another fifteen kilometers to LionWalker’s house. He’d taken over a curving bay that was sheltered by dunes that extended for several kilometers inland. His house was a low bungalow of pearl-white drycoral perched on top of a large dune only a hundred meters from the shore, with a wide veranda of decking facing the ocean. The big dome of the observatory was a little farther back from the water, a standard concrete and metal design.
    A golden Labrador ran out to greet them, tail wagging happily. LionWalker fussed with it as they walked to the house. Dudley could hear the sounds of a furious argument while they were still twenty meters away.
    “Oh, Lord, they’re still at it,” LionWalker muttered.
    The thin wooden shutter door slammed open and a young woman stormed out. She was startlingly beautiful, even to Dudley, who was used to a campus full of fresh-faced girls.
    “He’s a pig,” she spat at LionWalker as she hurried past.
    “Aye, I’m sure,” LionWalker said meekly.
    The woman probably didn’t hear, she was already walking toward the dunes, face set

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