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.)