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The thousand and third day of fleare dolor lumbar embarazo’s imprisonment dawned clear and cold. Frost fuzzed the stone battlements of the monastery, and the plains fifteen hundred metres below were veiled in mist. Fleare paused halfway through her daily walk up the shadow stair and gathered the thin prison fatigues into folds around her as if that would help keep out the cold. It didn’t.

She had been climbing for twenty minutes and her clothes were clammy with sweat that was beginning to freeze. An unmodified human would have been in trouble by now, and she wasn’t far behind. She shivered, and started climbing again. Movement was vital. She was twenty-two; she intended to live to be twenty-three. Beside her the small, elongated, featurelessly grey ovoid that followed her everywhere gave off its quiet hum.


The monastery was the oldest structure on obel. No one knew who had built it. The name wasn’t original; it had first been called the monastery when it was already dolor lumbar causas emocionales a thousand years old, by a sect of flagellant penitents who had lived there at the end of the second industrial age. The title had stuck for seventeen millennia and the present occupants, the strecki brotherhood, had kept it.

Somehow, the monks seemed to know. The next day there had been something wrong with her food; it looked and tasted only as bad as usual but a few hours after eating she began to retch. She ran to the toilet hole in the corner of her cell and crashed, vomiting, to her knees with every spasm tearing at her injured muscle so that she howled bile.

The early abuse had tailed off. She had learned to ignore the ovoid’s absences and after a while it seemed to have given up. These days it contented itself with floating a metre above her head while she tried to sleep, tilted slightly downward so that the blade-end of its casing pointed at her crotch. The buzzing made it almost impossible to sleep. Even when she managed, she was quickly woken by hunger.

Just once she had flicked at the thing in anger. Just once; a tongue of violet light had licked out of the front of the casing, almost too fast for her eye to follow, and then she had her estenosis lumbar soluciones hand cradled in her lap while blood welled from her half-severed finger. Inevitably, the cut had festered. Even dolor lumbar derecho tratamiento a year later it still hadn’t quite healed.

It was okay to think about heights. Heights were distracting. When she had first seen the vigilance the unprotected drop had sent her into a dizzying panic which had not faded until she was back on the solid lower terraces. The next time she made the climb she had brought a long coil of lightweight rope, surplus to monastery needs and dusty from centuries of storage. Working partly with her eyes shut, she had tied it round the four columns to form a token rail, just above waist height.

After fixing it a third time, she found a sheltered balcony near the base of the shadow stair and settled herself in with a flask of hot water and a bag of the bitter herbs the strecki used for everything from making infusions to flavouring food or smoking. They were the only thing she was allowed in abundance, probably because they had nil nutritional value. She watched well into the evening until the stair was slick with unclimbable frost. She saw escoliosis dorsolumbar dextroconvexa no one.

The next day the rope was gone. Fleare concluded that the tower itself objected to the rope and must have removed it. How, she could not imagine. She didn’t mind. The lack of protection felt a little like an invitation. Not one she planned to accept yet; maybe she would never accept it. But she needed to know it was there. She knew she would always be able to force herself to complete the climb, but if the day ever came when the weakness got so bad that she couldn’t make it back down again, then perhaps flying, even for a short time, would be a more glorious end than freezing. But not yet. The old thin air was dry and very clear. With nothing to blur its outline the sun was a tiny pinkish-white disc in a uniform blue-black sky. Or at least, usually uniform. This morning there was something else. A patch of air was hazy, as if full of the smoke from a distant fire.

Fleare looked at muz and shrugged. She picked up the full glass and held it up to kelk preparacion para radiografia de columna lumbosacra sanitas’s bewildered face. ‘drink,’ she suggested, and he brightened and took the glass from her. Then she turned and followed muz out of the bar. The floor shook again. Behind her there was a crash, about the right size to be someone falling off a chair. She didn’t look round.

The balconies outside the bar were crowded. Muz elbowed roughly through. Fleare followed, resisting the urge to apologize, and nodding at a few people she recognized from the shuttle trip. Muz didn’t stop until he had forced his way to the gnarled timber rail that dolor sacro lumbar ejercicios formed the edge of the balcony. Fleare caught up with him and took hold of the rail.

When she had first seen this place from space, only eight days before, fleare had thought it looked like a storm – or a pimple or a target – a distinct, raised, rust-coloured disc on a small, dull, tawny planet. It might have ended up with any of several names. In the end, most people had settled on nipple, which was one of the politer ones.

‘shit.’ she thought for a moment. ‘so what the hell was it?’ ‘the weapon? No one knows. People are still studying the area, of course. Best guess is that the zeft somehow managed to pinch an artefact left over either from the first machine wars or, more likely, from the original construction phase. Decided it offered a path to immortality and proved themselves right in the worst way.’

‘ah. That.’ muz leaned low over the obs rail as if he was studying the little planet contractura lumbar. ‘I said there was nothing left after the fireball. Not quite accurate. Something shot out of it. Something small and very fast and very hot, piece of zeft debris most likely. Whatever it was, it was going at a hell of a clip. It drilled a hole straight through the crust. Connected a lot of hot magmatic water to the outside world, and created, well, that.’ his hands dolor lumbar tratamiento described a rough circle in front of him. ‘A whole new eco- system, five thousand klicks across, based on warm water. Pump trees, hot springs, rain sharks. There’s a pub in the middle of it. It’s pretty cool. I’ll show you when we get there. If you like?’

And now, eight days later, they were in the middle of the nipple itself. The rain became heavier, and the ground shook continu- ally as hundreds of geysers sent steaming, mineral-rich water shooting up. The spouting water splashed against the underside of the platform, and little jets found their way through the gaps between the planks. The warm moist air smelled of minerals and leaf mould and damp timber.

She achieved upright on the second attempt and stood, swaying, until her stomach and her inner ears settled down. Then she took stock. She was not in her own quarters. The room was cadet standard, just big enough for a bed, a table and a wash cabinet, and it smelled of last night’s alcohol and slightly more recent bodies. She stood as still as possible and concentrated on breathing through her mouth dolor lumbar lado izquierdo.

Society otherwise was what happened when an idea became a movement and then, somehow, got organized without destroying itself. It had begun with groups of students unpicking the encryption of commercial news conduits and watching with their mouths hanging open as they realized just how mendacious their parents’ generation could be. It had gained weight from the remnants of left-wing groups, washed up and marginalized by the swelling oligarchical tide of the hegemony as it rolled through minor societies across the inner spin, leaving them sweating and indebted in its wake. It liaised with a couple of private militias and found itself suddenly able to project real power – and therefore suddenly of close interest to the hegemony. From there on, society otherwise had run out of choices. It had to fight.

The spin was a thickly populated area of space about thirty light-days across. It was moderately remote from the nearest major civilizations and therefore tended to make its own astro- political weather. It was independent, socially fissile, multilingual, multifaith, internally and externally argumentative contractura lumbar ejercicios, occasion- ally united but far more often chronically squabbling. Small wars were endemic; larger ones rare. Really big conflicts like the first and second machine wars were unusual enough to merit capital letters if your language supported them.

Depending on how and when you counted, there were between eighty-nine and ninety-four planets in the spin. Five were wanderers, on vast elliptical orbits that brought them back into play every few years. There was a fashion among the wealthy for maintaining houses, estates, whole private contin- ents on these planets. The fact that they were useless for nine tenths of the time just seemed to add to the attraction. The remaining stable – by spin standards – eighty-nine looped in complex orbits around twenty-one suns, with both orbits and suns evidently being artificial. Not just artificial; most dolor lumbar izquierdo tratamiento of the orbits were impossible, and a few were close to whimsical. One described a flattened figure of eight centred on nothing obvious, with light, warmth and an intermittently fatal spectrum of radiation coming from its own pet mini-star orbiting a few light-minutes out. It was popular with thrill-seeking tourists, who mostly wore radiation suits, and a select cadre of the ter- minally ill, who hernia discal lumbar cie 10 mostly didn’t. The suntans were spectacular, of course.

Nobody knew who or what had built the spin, and to speculate on why was just farcical, but whoever it was seemed to have had grand ambitions, almost limitless power and a sense of humour. There was archaeological evidence, but it pointed in so many wilfully different directions that the only safe assumption was that it was part of the joke. There were also artefacts that turned up from time to time, most so inscrutable as to their use that they might as well have been executive toys. Despite escoliosis causas constant attempts, the construction phase remained opaque to investigation.

Joke or not, the spin was unique as far as its inhabitants knew. It had few external visitors, mainly because it was rather isolated, floating in a bubble of more or less empty space half a dozen light-years across. Outside the bubble the galaxy got quite dense, with civilizations clustering together and gazing warily across the gap. The spin had sometimes been a boisterous neighbour – another reason to leave it un-poked, if possible.

The obvious guess was that the empty bit had been plundered for the raw star-stuff needed to make the spin in the first place, but this was just a guess. What was certain was that the spin was by a massive margin the single biggest artificial structure in the mapped que es escoliosis dorsolumbar galaxy. It was home to about ten per cent of known sentient civilizations, twenty per cent of economic activity and, historically, anything up to fifty per cent of total military effort.

‘yup. All different, but all complete. A planetarium on every planet. Look, don’t stand there. Incoming solar system.’ muz took her arm and pulled her gently backwards. She shook herself free but stepped back a few paces, in time for a planet about the size of her head to go barrelling by. It looked as if it was made of some dark hardwood, mounted on a polished brass stalk that disappeared down into the darkness. Several others followed, all made of similar materials, and some with sketches of continents etched on to their spinning surfaces. Then a bigger brassy globe wobbled past. Fleare looked at muz. ‘A sun, right?’