Tribute to Malthus

- And, for an instant, she stared directly into those soft blue eyes and knew, with an instinctive mammalian certainty, that the exceedingly rich were no longer even remotely human. William Gibson, Count Zero - As she rotates on cones of invisible thrust the Tribute to Malthus is bathed in the light of ancient suns, revealing the trompe loeil patterning that crawls across her surface - Checkerboards of false perspective - astral nymphs atop ruined pillars - nebulae crowded around a heavenly host - Countless fantastic interiors imagined by the idle whimsy of deathless minds You are the last wit...