At the front of the ship, instead of a nose cone, the dead are stacked in orderly catacomb files, upright, packed in. As the new tank rolls in, I connect my hose and commence drinking. We will be first, because we have replaced the pod, but the rest of this Mess is for the dead. My comrades are moving a new one into position and are waiting to refuel. I unlock the lightweight frame of a Mess pod, prior to passing it on for jettison. We turn our faces to the solar wind when we are awake. Where would we go? We talk a little, old friends, and in places lean on one another like falling pillars. Others sleep in ordered ranks, magnetically attached to clamps on the ship's ribs. She carries hundreds of thousands of Armored soldiers. A chassis of carbon beams anchors her cargo to the engines. We sail upon a vast spaceship with open sides. It is typically intense and strange, a character vignette that portrays a future in space that is dark, military, perhaps posthuman. The drive to understand and explain is insatiable, the method- whatever suits at the time." Her stories are dense, intense. They're all driven by the need to know, to discover and to verify what's real. Philosophy and linguistics are perceived as adjuncts or arts, compared with raw sciences like physics, but I can't see the difference. She said in a SF interview, "I am science girl. She is the author of Silver Screen (1999), Mappa Mundi (2000), Natural History (2003), Living Next Door… (2005), and Quantum Gravity (2006).
Other things sometimes got in the way and sometimes still do… but not too much." She went to Clarion West. She always wanted to write and always did. Dreadnought JUSTINA ROBSON From Hartwell, David - Year's Best SF 11 (2006) Justina Robson (is "from Leeds, a city in Yorkshire in the north of England.
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