Done and a bit disappointed -- but I'm tough on anthologies, which are a bit too much like a game of post office, back in junior high: every trip into the closet arousing great anticipatory glee, all too many quickly flaming out (bad breath, too aggressive, not aggressive enough), and even the good ones only a couple scrambled moments of heaven.
But damn if Peter Watts isn't a helluva kisser. (His story here is far and away the finest, and yet again I drum my fingers agitatedly on the table, waiting for his next novel. I'd also urge folks to track down his neat rewrite of John Carpenter's The Thing
, "The Things"... found here
in full-text or in podcast.)