More than twenty-five years after The Forever War was published, it looks like growing new limbs and organs may be possible long before humans fly between the stars.
Certainly when we project ourselves into the future, we seem ready to believe our sporting passions will continue. . . . Occasionally, writers have also considered how human sports could evolve.
"You're waiting again," the god said in / the punkette's sexy-raspy voice. "What / are you waiting for?"
It was hard to look away while Laura drew. She knew how to build light and depth, shadow and meaning, all from the crumbling powder of charcoal, the quivering, spreading streak of black India ink.