Before the concert, we steal the master’s head.I count one piece of jargon - "utility fog bubble" - and, although its exact mean isn't clear from context, it is easy enough to simply parse it as a type of structure (they "huddle inside" it and it is "attached to" the wall). In the next four (slightly longer) paragraphs we have quantum dot fabric, which is immediately and evocatively said to "envelope its striped body like living oil" and AR vision, which is explained in the next paragraph as Augmented Reality.
The necropolis is a dark forest of concrete mushrooms in the blue Antarctic night. We huddle inside the utility fog bubble attached to the steep southern wall of the nunatak, the ice valley.
The cat washes itself with a pink tongue. It reeks of infinite confidence.
“Get ready,” I tell it. “We don’t have all night.”
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<smug>I've been workshopping with Hannu on and off for some years now, and I've been telling folks for at least five years that he was going to be huge. Nice to have my opinions confirmed ...</smug> The Quantum Thief doesn't fall short; I'd be astonished if this doesn't feature on the Hugo shortlist in 2012 (it's eligible then due to first US publication being due in 2011).
posted by cstross at 9:58 AM on October 4, 2010