5/27/2023 0 Comments 曼谷的發條女孩 by Paolo Bacigalupi![]() ![]() Iridescent photovoltaic-paint roofs became drop zones. Close-packed urban canyons designed to funnel desert winds became sniper alleys. Geometries of light sprawling across the desert floor, all of them overlaid with the electronic graffiti of Camel Corps’s combat language.īillboard promises of shows and parties and drinks and money filtered through military glass, and became attack and entry points. Domes and condensation-misted vertical farms, leafy with hydroponic greenery and blazing with full-spectrum illumination. ![]() 3, the critical IV drip that kept the heart of Las Vegas pumping.īelow them, the lights of Vegas central unspooled: casino neon and Cypress arcologies. ![]() A lifeline, always threatened and always vulnerable, always on the verge of sinking below Intake No. An optimistic lake created during an optimistic time, whittled now and filling with silt besides. Here he is leading a Camel Corps helicopter attack on a rival city’s water treatment plant.Īnd then they were hurtling south, toward the Mead in question: twenty-six million acre-feet of water storage at inception, now less than half of that thanks to Big Daddy Drought. ![]() Angel Velasquez is a “water knife,” an enforcer of water rights for the Southern Nevada Water Authority. From Chapter 1 of Paolo Bacigalupi’s “The Water Knife,” published by Knopf, a division of Random House. ![]()
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