Book description
A heart-warming tale of Armageddon from one of the funniest, most
original voices in comic fiction today . . . The third planet out from
the star was blue, with green splodges. Dirt. Oh, the bomb thought. And
then its courage, determination and nobility-of-spirit subroutines cut
in, overriding everything else, adrenalizing its command functions and
bypassing its cyberphrenetic nodes. Here goes, said the bomb to itself.
Calibrate navigational pod. Engage primary thrusters. Ready auxiliary
drive. It knew, in that moment, that its own doom was near; because it
was giving itself orders, and it wasn't putting in any 'the's. That was
what you did, apparently, when the moment came. You could also turn on a
flashing red beacon and a siren, but mercifully these were optional. Oh
#//+! thought the bomb, and surged on towards Dirt like an avenging
angel. Tom Holt's first book was published when he was just thirteen
and, to his horror, he was hailed as an infant prodigy. While studying
at Oxford, however, he discovered bar billiards and turned from poetry
to comic fiction.
