By Charles Stross, Cory Doctorow
Welcome to the fractured destiny, on the nightfall of the twenty-first century.
Earth has a inhabitants of approximately 1000000000 hominids. For the main half, they're proud of their lot, dwelling in a protect on the backside of a gravity good. those that are unhappy have emigrated, becoming a member of one or one other of the swarming densethinker clades that fog the interior sun process with a dirt of molecular equipment so thick that it obscures the sun.
The splintery metaconsciousness of the solar-system has mostly sworn off its pre-post-human cousins dirtside, yet its minds occasionally wander…and when that occurs, it casually spams Earth's networks with plans for cataclysmically disruptive applied sciences that emulsify complete industries, cultures, and spiritual systems. A sane species might forget about those get-evolved-quick schemes, yet there's consistently a person who'll take a chew from the forbidden apple.
So till the overminds bore of stirring Earth's anthill, there's Tech Jury provider: random people, chosen arbitrarily, charged with assessing dozens of latest innovations and ruling on no matter if to allow them to free. younger Huw, a technophobic, misanthropic Welshman, has been chosen for the most recent jury, a job he does his most sensible to perform despite an itchy technovirus, the apathy of the proletariat, and a pair of really lousy moments on rest room flooring.