More than anyone he had brought the USSR into being.

It came with the wind through the silence of the night, a long, deep mutter, then a rising howl, and then the sad moan in which it died away. Again and again it sounded, the whole air throbbing with it, strident, wild and menacing.

Since the child knew his parents would give in, he tried the same trick again and again.

You’re going to fly a radioactive ice ball the size of the Death Star back here just as the shit is hitting the fan—then what?

Written By Neal Stephenson

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