Count to a Trillion
JOHN C. WRIGHT
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COUNT TO A TRILLION
Copyright © 2011 by John C. Wright
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Wright, John C. (John Charles), 1961–
Count to a trillion / John C. Wright. —1st ed.
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cm.“A Tom Doherty Associates book. ”
ISBN 978-0-7653-2927-1 (hardback)
I. Title.
PS3623. R54C68 2011
813'. 6—dc22
2011024212
First Edition: December 2011
eISBN 978-1-4299-8637-3
CONTENTS
Title Page
Copyright
Epigraph
Prologue: Asymptote
One: Intelligence Augmentation
Two: Personal Sovereignty
Three: Decentralized Conflict Resolution
Four: Life Extension
Five: The Brotherhood of Man
Six: Intellect Emulation Mechanism
Seven: Posthuman Technology
Eight: Posthuman Alterity
Nine: Extraterrestrial Conflict Resolution
Ten: The Fatherhood of Man
Eleven: Posthuman Humanity
Twelve: A New Age Dawns
Thirteen: Philosophical Language
Fourteen: Posthuman Sovereign
Fifteen: Equality of the Sexes
Sixteen: The Concubine Vector
Seventeen: Postwarfare Society
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Theft of Fire
—Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Prologue: Asymptote
A. D. 2221
The future did not arrive.
Overhearing his elders talk, no one seemed to know what the holdup was. Grown-ups occasionally made jokes about flying cars and rocket packs and moonshots, and shook their heads, and then talked about horse breeds and plague vectors and prevailing winds, and someday-soon rural-electrification plans, next-year-for-sure or whenever Houston had the know-how to repair the pre-war power grid. Even his earliest memories had the murmur of conversation in the background of a glorious yesterday, and glorious tomorrows; but there was nothing but chores in the cold today, for all this talk.