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Table of Contents
                            The Earth-Moon System on the Eve of World War Three
Sketches of the After
Flash Priority: Control to Senior Handlers
Part I: Incandesce
Part II: Apogee
Part III: Lodestone’s Vigil
Part IV: Eternity’s Ashes
Part V: Autumn Rain
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Praise for David J. Williams

“David J. Williams writes on the finest edge of science fiction. The
Autumn Rain novels are driving and relentless, full of rock ’em sock ’em
cyber warfare, space commandos, cutthroat politics and one stunning

reversal after another. Strap yourself in. These books start fast and never
let up.”

—JEFF CARLSON, author of

Praise for

“Williams’s first novel delivers a powerful, rapid-fire SF
adventure/intrigue story with echoes of cyberpunk. This stellar hard SF

debut with hopes of sequels belongs in most SF collections.”

“Slam-bang action and realpolitik speculations.”

“A crackling cyberthriller. This is Tom Clancy interfacing Bruce Sterling.
David Williams has hacked into the future.”

—STEPHEN BAXTER, author of the Manifold series

is a complex view of global politics in time of
crisis. Williams understands that future wars will be fought as much on-
line as off. It’s also rousing adventure with breathless, non-stop action—
Tom Clancy on speed. And you will be able to guess the ending.”

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running out of time. That he should have thought of all this half a day back. That
it’s just too bad he wasn’t quicker.
“Well,” he says, “it’s like this.”

Where are we now?” she asks.
“Heading for the South Pole,” says Szilard.
“You don’t need to go aboveground to do that.”
“Somewhere nearby, then.”
“Prime real estate, huh?”
Jharek Szilard laughs. Unexpectedly, he sits down on the floor in front of her,

folds his lanky body up in a movement that’s almost sinuous. He gazes up at her.
“You’re quite a woman,” he says.
She looks at him without expression.
“Oh don’t worry. My tastes don’t run that way. Doesn’t mean I can’t express

admiration for the girl around whom it’s all spinning. Especially with all that
you’ve adorned yourself with—”
“Let’s cut the bullshit,” she says.
“Who said it was bullshit?”
“To you I’m just a
“Wrong. That’s the mistake that Montrose made.”
“Among others,” says Haskell.
“And I took advantage of most of them.”
“Do you have a back door to me?”
“Then how did you beat Montrose?”
“Never ask a magician to reveal his secrets.”
“Control was your creature, wasn’t he?”
“I suppose that’s one possibility,” says Szilard.
“There are others?”
“Stephanie started something she couldn’t finish.”
“Exactly. She couldn’t figure you out.”
Haskell makes a face. “I’ve got the same problem.”
“That’s the way Sinclair set it up.”
“And you think you can beat him?”
“Do I need to? If he’s still alive, the Chinese have him.”
“If that’s so, that’s only because he wants it that way.”

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“You think he’s good?”
“I think you need to stop thinking of him as human.”
Szilard sighs. “Look, Claire, I get it. Okay? This war is mere veneer on the

real war that’s raging. And to seriously answer your question: I can’t be sure of
beating him unless I’ve got you. Will you help?”
“My answer makes no difference.”
“Of course it does.”
“You can’t afford to let me go—ever. Nor can you afford to venture into my

mind without the proper key.”
“Let me get back to you on that,” says Szilard.

Time to go,” says the Operative.
“Just when I was winning,” says Linehan.
They troop out of the rec room. They’re all dressed as SpaceCom marines—as

is virtually everyone else they pass in the halls. They start climbing ladders
down to the shuttle bays.
“These guys are fucking with us,” says Riley.
“You’ve said that already,” says Linehan.
“Nothing wrong with restating the facts,” says Maschler.
The three men are on their own wireless channel, with their own codes—ones

that Spencer gave Linehan back in the day. He knows that there’s a chance
Carson or Lynx might have hacked the line. He wonders if they’re using him to
keep an eye on the other two. He scarcely cares. He feels that his grip on reality
has been getting ever more tenuous these last two days. But that doesn’t mean
he’s not up to playing a role.
“The facts are that neither of you guys is a razor.”
“You ain’t either,” says Maschler.
“Which is why we’re getting buttfucked by two men who are.”
“Mechs are worth less and less every day,” says Riley.
Linehan snorts. “So why the hell Montrose detail two mechs to keep an

eye on Carson?”
“What should she have done?”
“Use a fucking razor!”
“She did,” says Maschler.
“The Manilishi was riding shotgun,” says Riley.
“That didn’t seem to work as well as your boss hoped.”
“That’s why she’s not our boss anymore.”

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The Machinery of Light is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and
incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used

fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales
is entirely coincidental.

A Spectra Trade Paperback Original
Copyright © 2010 by David J. Williams

All rights reserved.

Published in the United States by Spectra, an imprint of The Random House
Publishing Group, a division of Random House, Inc., New York.

SPECTRA and the portrayal of a boxed “s” are trademarks of Random House,

Williams, David J.

The machinery of light / David J. Williams.
p. cm.

eISBN: 978-0-345-52189-7
1. International relations—Fiction. I. Title.

PS3623.I556495M33 2010

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