Lewis Shiner
The computer building was in the center of the campus, within running distance of my classroom. And if it didn’t look quite the paragon of modern, efficient architecture when the sky was gray and the dead trees all seemed to be leering at it, at least it looked warm. When you’ve been a junior professor most of your life you learn to take small comforts where you find them. I sprinted the last few yards to the door, fighting the freezing wind, and got inside. The weather had made me ... (
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