Paul Bassett Davies

“James was disturbed by the way the computers quietly went about their business, running the network of trains, unconcerned about whether anyone was there to see them or not. It made him feel, as he left the room, that he was closing the door on a parallel universe with an entirely independent existence.”

“The sergeant frowned. “Really, sir? And who might they be? Is there a gang of militant atheists at work in the district, that I know nothing about? Or a guerrilla unit of disaffected campanologists, perhaps?”