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I am Zhang, alone with my light, and in that light I think for a moment that I am free.' Imagine a world: a sinocentric world where Chinese Marxism has vanquished the values of capitalism and Lenin is the prophet of choice. A cybernetic world where the new charioteers are flyers, human-powered kites dancing in the skies over New York in a brief grab at glory. A world where the opulence of Beijing marks a new cultural imperialism, as wealthy urbanites flirt with interactive death in illegal speakeasies, and where Arctic research stations and communes on Mars are haunted by their own fragile dangers. A world of fear and hope, of global disaster and slow healing, where progress can only be found in the cracks of a crumbling hegemony. The world of Zhang. An anti-hero who's still finding his way, treading a path through a totalitarian order - a path that just might make a difference.… (más)
En un futuro dominado por la China comunista, un homosexual de ascendencia chino-hispano intenta labrarse un porvenir en unos Estados Unidos que, como todo el planeta, es un país satélite de la gran potencia china, donde la homosexualidad es perseguida. Una ucronía que resulta incluso superior a la clásica «El hombre en el castillo» de Philip K. Dick. Una sociedad creíble y unos personajes y situaciones sumamente humanos con una hipótesis político-social nada desdeñable.
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A simple way to get to know more about a town is to see how the people work, how they love and how they die. - Albert Camus, The Plague
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The foreman chatters in Meihua, the beautiful tongue, Singapore English.
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She is very religious and she believes in Marx and Mao Zedong. Do not make the mistake of thinking her stupid; she has to juggle a lot of Kierkegaard and Heiler to explain but she manages a full wipe.
Legally everyone is equal, but even here at the other end of the world in the Socialist Union of American States we all know better than that.
I don't believe in socialism but I don't believe in capitalism either. We are small, governments are large, we survive in the cracks.
I feel inadequate. I know that politics is important, I just don't like to think about it. I don't know what my opinions are, I just know that very little I hear ever seems to have much to do with me, or with my life.
But I am only free in small places. Government is big, we are small. We are only free when we slip through the cracks.
I always forget that half of the people who watch us fly are waiting to see us die.
The Arctic landscape is beautiful at night. It just isn't meant for human beings.
All of that work to make a little more money. But I will still be Zhang. I carry myself where I go, and it is myself I want to escape from. I hate myself. I hate this place. And I find it is very tiring to carry hate all the time.
I don't know who decided that since the martian day is thirty-seven minutes and twenty-three seconds longer than the earth day we should have the hour from eight to nine P.M. last one hour thirty-seven minutes and twenty-three seconds. If we're going to have a long hour I'd rather have it in the morning. But it's a bureaucrat's dream, an hour and thirty-seven minutes to have an hour meeting.
You've just got to remember the light, keep it inside you, and wait. The sun comes back every morning.
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Información procedente del conocimiento común inglés.Edita para encontrar en tu idioma.
I am Zhang, alone with my light, and in that light I think for a moment that I am free.' Imagine a world: a sinocentric world where Chinese Marxism has vanquished the values of capitalism and Lenin is the prophet of choice. A cybernetic world where the new charioteers are flyers, human-powered kites dancing in the skies over New York in a brief grab at glory. A world where the opulence of Beijing marks a new cultural imperialism, as wealthy urbanites flirt with interactive death in illegal speakeasies, and where Arctic research stations and communes on Mars are haunted by their own fragile dangers. A world of fear and hope, of global disaster and slow healing, where progress can only be found in the cracks of a crumbling hegemony. The world of Zhang. An anti-hero who's still finding his way, treading a path through a totalitarian order - a path that just might make a difference.
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