Charles Stross
Charles Stross
Charles David George "Charlie" Strossis an award-winning British writer of science fiction, Lovecraftian horror and fantasy...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth18 October 1964
lawyer diplomacy
Lawyers do not mix with diplomacy.
mistake ends chains
Fatal accidents never happen because of just one mistake. It takes a whole chain of stupids lining up just so to put a full stop at the end of an epitaph.
soul immortal software
[Core concepts: Human beings all have souls. Souls are software objects. Software is not immortal.]
real order brain
The real world is devoid of narratives, after all. Narratives are just a thing that our brains do with facts in order to draw a line around the incomprehensible largeness of reality and wrestle it into something learnable and manipulable. Existence is devoid of plot, theme, and most of all moral.
emotional self brilliant
Humans: such a brilliant model of emotional self-awareness.
gone certain rings
To boldly go where no uploaded metahuman colony has gone before' has a certain ring to it, doesn't it?
We are, after all, homo economicus.
wearing-black obsessive-compulsive woven
I'm wearing black leggings and a loose top festooned with a Menger sponge of empty pockets stitched out of smaller pockets and smaller still, almost down to the limits of visibility woven in freefall by hordes of tiny otaku spiders, I'm told, their genes programmed by an obsessive-compulsive sartorial topologist.
ocean night men
All men are islands, surrounded by the bottomless oceans of unthinking night.
fun
Starships are all work and no fun.
smart matter singularity
Life begets intelligence, intelligence begets smart matter and a singularity.
thinking agony ethical-standards
I was raised thinking that moral and ethical standards are universals that apply equally to everyone. And these values aren't easily compatible with the kind of religion that posits a Creator. To my way of thinking, an omnipotent being who sets up a universe in which thinking beings proliferate, grow old, and die (usually in agony, alone, and in fear) is a cosmic sadist.
two crap learners
I wrote two million words of crap. Maybe I'm just a slow learner .
memories dictator amnesia
Where would dictators be without our compliant amnesia? Make the collective lose its memory, you can conceal anything.