Neal Asher
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Neal Asher is an English science fiction writer and novelist who also works in the short story form. Born on February 4, 1961, in Billericay, he is a citizen of the United Kingdom and writes in the English language.
Asher currently lives near Chelmsford, England. The available record identifies him by the authorized name form "Asher, Neal L., 1961-," confirming both his full middle initial and his year of birth. Beyond his dual practice as a novelist and short story writer, the documented facts do not specify individual titles, collaborators, or named influences, so his biography rests on the confirmed detail that he continues to work as an English-language science fiction writer based in the Chelmsford area.
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Democracy is a luxury enjoyed by simple low-population societies, though wealth can maintain it for longer than its natural span. However, societies grow in population and complexity, the technological apparatus of control improves, individual freedoms impinge upon others until they demand “action” from government that is generally eager to comply and accrue more power to itself, and democracy gradually sickens and dies.
You have to factor in the human propensity for simplification, Sverl, and for their inability to believe in their own demise and unimportance. It’s the impulse behind the religions –.
If Polity forces were to turn up here, then your king would have to respond, by which time the turd trajectory would be fanwards.
Blew up? How?’ ‘We dropped a shielded runcible gate into it while the gate at the other end was moved into position before a stream of near-light-speed asteroids flung out from a spinning black hole.
You are newborn from the furnace and about to enter Hell. And in time you will, for reasons will find obscure, name yourself Penny Royal...
Coloron often pondered how a race, in which the stupid seemed more inclined to breed, had managed to come this far, and why human intelligence persisted – a discussion point in the nature vs nurture debate which had not died in half a millennium.
Blindsight is excellent. It's state-of-the-art science fiction: smart, dark and it grabs you by the throat from page one. Like a C J Cherryh book it makes you feel the danger of the hostile environment (or lack of one) out there. And it plays with some fascinating possibilities in human development, and some disconcerting ideas about human consciousness. What else can I say? Thanks for giving me the privilege of reading this.
Satisfaction, for us, is only a brief thing. The man who acquires wealth does not reach a point where he has enough. Success for us is more like acceleration than speed. Interest cannot be maintained at a constant level.