Non-Stop

The Greene tribe was moribund. Every sleepwake the ponics grew a little thicker around Quarters and not even the watchwords ‘Expansion to your ego’ and ‘Leap before you look’ could rouse the indolent players from their Travel-Up boards.

But Roy Complain was different. When the hunter lost his wife Gwenny in the tangles and was sentenced to six strokes each sleepwake, he decided to throw in his lot with the obese priest Marapper and journey through the Deadways into the fabulous, unmapped Forwards.

What miracles would await them there and in the unopened chambers where the skeletons of Giants had sometimes been discovered? Was the Ship theory mere idle speculation fit only for children and old women- or was the world not a world at all, but a container moving between worlds?