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Shadow of the Mothaship

It's the untethering of my parents' house that's on my plate today. The flying of a kite on a windy Toronto Hallowe'en day and the suspension of worry for a shiny moment. And sail surface isn't even a problemette when it comes to my parents' home — the thing is a three-storey bat whose narrow wings contain the trolleycar-shaped bedrooms and storages. Mum and Dad built it themselves while I tottered in the driveway, sucking a filthy shred of blanket, and as I contemplate it today with hands on hips from the front yard, I am there on that day: Dad is nailgunning strips of plywood into a frame,. | feedboo is Shadow of the Mothaship Doctorow Cory Published 2000 Categorie s Fiction Science Fiction Short Stories Source http craphound.com 1 About Doctorow Cory Doctorow born July 17 1971 is a blogger journalist and science fiction author who serves as co-editor of the blog Boing Boing. He is in favor of liberalizing copyright laws and a proponent of the Creative Commons organisation and uses some of their licenses for his books. Some common themes of his work include digital rights management file sharing Disney and post-scarcity economics. Source Wikipedia Also available on Feedbooks for Doctorow I Robot 2005 Little Brother 2008 Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom 2003 When Sysadmins Ruled the Earth 2006 For TheWin 2010 With a Little Help 2010 Someone Comes to Town Someone Leaves Town 2005 Eastern Standard Tribe 2004 CONTENT Selected Essays on Technology Creativity Copyright and the Future of the Future 2008 Makers 2009 Copyright Please read the legal notice included in this e-book and or check the copyright status in your country. Note This book is brought to you by Feedbooks http www.feedbooks.com Strictly for personal use do not use this file for commercial purposes. 2 Shadow of the Mothaship It s the untethering of my parents house that s on my plate today. The flying of a kite on a windy Toronto Hallowe en day and the suspension of worry for a shiny moment. And sail surface isn t even a problemette when it comes to my parents home the thing is a three-storey bat whose narrow wings contain the trolleycar-shaped bedrooms and storages. Mum and Dad built it themselves while I tottered in the driveway sucking a filthy shred of blanket and as I contemplate it today with hands on hips from the front yard I am there on that day Dad is nailgunning strips of plywood into a frame Mum stands where I am now hands on her hips and I take my hands from my hips hastily shove them deep in pockets . She squints and shouts directions. Then they both grab rolls of scrim and .