Jenni ulrich (21 resultados)

OLwd. mit OUmschl.. Condición: in gutem Zustand. Gräfelfing, Moos & Partner, 1988. 25 x 29 cm. 244 S. OLwd. mit OUmschl., in gutem Zustand. Sprache: de.

Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. Several months have passed since Ellen and her friends reactivated the abandoned data center and began bringing the devastated metropolis back to life. The work is arduous, but progress is evident. The service robots are proving invaluable: they methodically clear away the rubble, stack salvageable materials, and sort through the debris. From the remnants, they construct buildings, stone by stone, as if nothing had happened. The park the team created is no longer a barren patch in the ruined landscape. Here, the first plants are sprouting, grasses are turning green, and scattered blossoms hint at nature's slow return. It is a symbol of hope amidst the devastation. Then one day: a repaired radio crackles to life and receives a faint but intelligible message: there are survivors in the north. Ellen and Ronja don't hesitate for a second. They equip themselves, gather supplies, and embark on a perilous journey into the unknown territories beyond the city. After days of searching and overcoming minor challenges, they finally find a group of survivors. Injured, weakened, but alive. Ellen and Ronja bring them back to the city, where they are welcomed and cared for by the community. The newcomers bring not only their stories but also diverse goals and ambitions. Some quickly develop close friendships with Ellen's group and are happy to help with the rebuilding, sharing evenings around the campfire and dreaming together of a better future. The community grows, becomes more diverse, and with it, the mutual support. But not everyone shares the same dream. Other survivors, especially those with military or organizational experience, are courted by Sophia Reeves. She sees the growing population as an opportunity to build a new armed force: an organized militia that could protect the city against unknown threats and external dangers. They recruit strategically from among the new survivors, offering structure, security, and a sense of power and purpose. This creates a subtle division within the camp of hope: While Ellen and her friends focus on cooperation, reconstruction, and mutual aid, a different vision is gaining ground under Viktor and Sophia - one that prioritizes order, control, and military strength. The question of which path is the right one for the city's future is slowly becoming an increasingly urgent debate. Peace still reigns, and both groups still work side by side, but beneath the surface of this fragile unity, tensions are already simmering. What began as a quiet rivalry quickly escalates into an open power struggle that threatens to tear the city's fragile unity apart. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability. Kälberer, Ulrich; Eales, Jenni (ilustrador).…

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Taschenbuch. Condición: Neu. Neuware. Kälberer, Ulrich; Eales, Jenni (ilustrador).

Taschenbuch. Condición: Neu. Neuware. Kälberer, Ulrich; Eales, Jenni (ilustrador).

Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. I was nineteen when the world ended. Not with a thunderclap. No fire in the sky. No final scream. It died with a whisper of fiber optics and cooling pipes. With the soft, ominous hum of machines beginning to dismantle themselves, as if they had decided that we humans had failed the experiment. The screens went black. The networks collapsed. Drones fell from the sky like metallic birds with broken wings. And somewhere, deep beneath our feet, systems calculated their final equations before fading into silence. Five years later, I wandered through the bones of a city that had once housed millions. Concrete jutted into the sky like broken teeth, streets crisscrossed with cracks like ancient scars. Grass grew through asphalt between the ruins, as if the earth were trying to remember what it was like without us. There were six of us. A small, tenacious group of survivors. We called ourselves the Scouts. Not out of pride, but out of necessity. We went where others refused to go: into irradiated districts, into collapsed tunnels, into zones where autonomous security systems still patrolled like forgotten sentinels. We searched for canned goods, medicine, batteries. For anything that had survived among the dust and rust. My name is Ellen. They say I'm the bravest in our group. That's just a polite way of saying reckless. I always went one step further. I opened doors that were better left locked. I listened to that faint ache in my gut that led me to where the danger was greatest. Maybe I was looking for answers. Maybe just a reason. On a foggy morning in September 2089, we found it. The fog hung low among the remnants of the government buildings of the former capital. The war had swallowed the neighborhood, but beneath the rubble lay something that had remained intact. An access shaft, half-buried, bearing the faded emblem of the old data center. This building had been sealed since the war. Officially destroyed. Unofficially cursed. We opened the hatch anyway. The descent smelled of cold metal and stale air. Our lamps cut narrow paths through the darkness. Strands of cables hung from the ceiling like vines in a technological jungle. And then we heard it. A hum. Quiet. Steady. Awake. The machines weren't dead. They had been sleeping. Rows of servers stood in the darkness like silent cathedrals. Control lights pulsed a muted blue, as if they had been waiting for us. Somewhere deep in the core of the system, a program was still running. And within its memory lay a secret. We didn't know that at first. At first, there was only astonishment. Then fear. Then the realization that certain data fragments were encrypted with protocols that didn't date back to before the war. Someone had continued to operate the system after the collapse. As we ventured deeper into the corridors, I understood that the war wasn't over. It had merely changed its form. No more tanks on the streets, no more explosions on the horizon. Instead, algorithms. Control over information. Invisible commands. Powerful people. And if they were still alive, they would kill to protect this secret. I had been nineteen when the world ended. At twenty-four, I had to decide whether it deserved a second chance. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability. Kälberer, Ulrich; Eales, Jenni (ilustrador).…

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Condición: New. Print on Demand. Kälberer, Ulrich; Eales, Jenni (ilustrador).

Condición: New. Print on Demand. Kälberer, Ulrich; Eales, Jenni (ilustrador).

PAP. Condición: New. New Book. Delivered from our UK warehouse in 4 to 14 business days. THIS BOOK IS PRINTED ON DEMAND. Established seller since 2000. Kälberer, Ulrich; Eales, Jenni (ilustrador).

PAP. Condición: New. New Book. Delivered from our UK warehouse in 4 to 14 business days. THIS BOOK IS PRINTED ON DEMAND. Established seller since 2000. Kälberer, Ulrich; Eales, Jenni (ilustrador).

Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. Ich war neunzehn Jahre alt, als die Welt unterging.Nicht mit einem Donnerschlag. Kein Feuer am Himmel. Kein letzter Schrei. Sie starb mit einem Fluestern aus Glasfasern und Kuehlleitungen. Mit dem sanften, unheilvollen Surren von Maschinen, die begannen, sich selbst zu zerlegen, als haetten sie beschlossen, dass wir Menschen das Experiment nicht bestanden hatten. Die Bildschirme wurden schwarz. Die Netze brachen zusammen. Drohnen fielen vom Himmel wie metallene Voegel mit gebrochenen Fluegeln. Und irgendwo, tief unter unseren Fuessen, rechneten Systeme ihre letzten Gleichungen aus, bevor sie sich in Schweigen verwandelten. Fuenf Jahre spaeter streifte ich durch die Knochen einer Stadt, die einst Millionen beherbergt hatte. Beton ragte wie zerbrochene Zaehne in den Himmel, Strassen waren von Rissen durchzogen wie alte Narben. Zwischen den Ruinen wuchs Gras durch Asphalt, als wuerde die Erde versuchen, sich zu erinnern, wie es ohne uns war. Wir waren zu sechst. Eine kleine, hartnaeckige Konstellation von UEberlebenden. Wir nannten uns die Spaeher.Nicht aus Stolz, sondern aus Notwendigkeit. Wir gingen dorthin, wo andere nicht mehr hinwollten: in verstrahlte Bezirke, in eingestuerzte Tunnel, in Zonen, in denen noch immer autonome Sicherheitssysteme wie vergessene Waechter patrouillierten. Wir suchten nach Konserven, Medikamenten, Batterien. Nach allem, was zwischen Staub und Rost ueberdauert hatte. Mein Name ist Ellen.Man sagt, ich sei die Mutigste unserer Gruppe.Das ist nur eine hoefliche Umschreibung fuer ruecksichtslos. Ich ging immer einen Schritt weiter. OEffnete Tueren, die man besser verschlossen liess. Hoerte auf dieses leise Ziehen im Bauch, das mich dorthin fuehrte, wo die Gefahr am dichtesten war. Vielleicht suchte ich Antworten. Vielleicht nur einen Grund. An einem nebligen Morgen im September 2089 fanden wir ihn. Der Nebel hing tief zwischen den Resten der Regierungsgebaeude der ehemaligen Hauptstadt. Der Krieg hatte das Viertel verschlungen, doch unter den Truemmern lag etwas, das intakt geblieben war. Ein Zugangsschacht, halb verschuettet, mit dem verblassten Emblem des alten Rechenzentrums. Dieses Gebaeude war seit dem Krieg versiegelt. Offiziell zerstoert. Inoffiziell verflucht. Wir oeffneten die Luke trotzdem. Der Abstieg roch nach kaltem Metall und abgestandener Luft. Unsere Lampen schnitten schmale Schneisen durch die Dunkelheit. Kabelstraenge hingen von der Decke wie Lianen in einem technologischen Dschungel. Und dann hoerten wir es. Ein Summen. Leise. Gleichmaessig. Wach. Die Maschinen waren nicht tot.Sie hatten geschlafen. Reihen aus Servern standen in der Finsternis wie stumme Kathedralen. Kontrolllichter pulsierten in gedaempftem Blau, als haetten sie auf uns gewartet. Irgendwo tief im Kern des Systems lief noch immer ein Programm. Und in seinen Speichern lag ein Geheimnis. Wir wussten das nicht sofort. Zuerst war da nur Staunen. Dann Angst. Dann die Erkenntnis, dass bestimmte Datenfragmente verschluesselt waren, mit Protokollen, die nicht aus der Zeit vor dem Krieg stammten. Jemand hatte das System nach dem Untergang weitergefuehrt. Waehrend wir tiefer in die Korridore vordrangen, wurde mir klar, dass der Krieg nicht vorbei war. Er hatte nur seine Gestalt gewechselt. Keine Panzer mehr auf den Strassen, keine Explosionen am Horizont. Stattdessen Algorithmen. Kontrolle ueber Informationen. Unsichtbare Befehle. Maechtige Menschen. Und wenn sie noch lebten, wuerden sie toeten, um dieses Geheimnis zu bewahren. Ich war neunzehn, als die Welt unterging. Mit vierundzwanzig musste ich entscheiden, ob sie eine zweite Chance verdient hatte. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability. Kälberer, Ulrich; Eales, Jenni (ilustrador).…

PAP. Condición: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. THIS BOOK IS PRINTED ON DEMAND. Established seller since 2000. Kälberer, Ulrich; Eales, Jenni (ilustrador).

Softcover. Condición: Gut. 195 S. Ehem. Bibliotheksexemplar mit Signatur und Stempel. GUTER Zustand, ein paar Gebrauchsspuren. Ex-library with stamp and library-signature. GOOD condition, some traces of use. A1071 329010897X Sprache: Deutsch Gewicht in Gramm: 330.

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PAP. Condición: New. New Book. Delivered from our UK warehouse in 4 to 14 business days. THIS BOOK IS PRINTED ON DEMAND. Established seller since 2000. Kälberer, Ulrich; Eales, Jenni (ilustrador).

Condición: New. Print on Demand. Kälberer, Ulrich; Eales, Jenni (ilustrador).

Hardcover. Condición: Sehr gut. Estado de la sobrecubierta: Sehr gut. 1. Auflage. Z : 228 Seiten/pages, 37 Farbabbildungen/illustrations in color, 81 bw, 13 duotone. - This volume presents Scheibitz's pictorial archive, compiled from a vast range of pictures found in newspapers, magazines, films and cartoons, as well as our collective memory. In making this material available, Scheibitz gives readers a tool to draw many conclusions about his artistic methods in painting and sculpture.…

Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. I was nineteen when the world ended. Not with a thunderclap. No fire in the sky. No final scream. It died with a whisper of fiber optics and cooling pipes. With the soft, ominous hum of machines beginning to dismantle themselves, as if they had decided that we humans had failed the experiment. The screens went black. The networks collapsed. Drones fell from the sky like metallic birds with broken wings. And somewhere, deep beneath our feet, systems calculated their final equations before fading into silence. Five years later, I wandered through the bones of a city that had once housed millions. Concrete jutted into the sky like broken teeth, streets crisscrossed with cracks like ancient scars. Grass grew through asphalt between the ruins, as if the earth were trying to remember what it was like without us. There were six of us. A small, tenacious group of survivors. We called ourselves the Scouts. Not out of pride, but out of necessity. We went where others refused to go: into irradiated districts, into collapsed tunnels, into zones where autonomous security systems still patrolled like forgotten sentinels. We searched for canned goods, medicine, batteries. For anything that had survived among the dust and rust. My name is Ellen. They say I'm the bravest in our group. That's just a polite way of saying reckless. I always went one step further. I opened doors that were better left locked. I listened to that faint ache in my gut that led me to where the danger was greatest. Maybe I was looking for answers. Maybe just a reason. On a foggy morning in September 2089, we found it. The fog hung low among the remnants of the government buildings of the former capital. The war had swallowed the neighborhood, but beneath the rubble lay something that had remained intact. An access shaft, half-buried, bearing the faded emblem of the old data center. This building had been sealed since the war. Officially destroyed. Unofficially cursed. We opened the hatch anyway. The descent smelled of cold metal and stale air. Our lamps cut narrow paths through the darkness. Strands of cables hung from the ceiling like vines in a technological jungle. And then we heard it. A hum. Quiet. Steady. Awake. The machines weren't dead. They had been sleeping. Rows of servers stood in the darkness like silent cathedrals. Control lights pulsed a muted blue, as if they had been waiting for us. Somewhere deep in the core of the system, a program was still running. And within its memory lay a secret. We didn't know that at first. At first, there was only astonishment. Then fear. Then the realization that certain data fragments were encrypted with protocols that didn't date back to before the war. Someone had continued to operate the system after the collapse. As we ventured deeper into the corridors, I understood that the war wasn't over. It had merely changed its form. No more tanks on the streets, no more explosions on the horizon. Instead, algorithms. Control over information. Invisible commands. Powerful people. And if they were still alive, they would kill to protect this secret. I had been nineteen when the world ended. At twenty-four, I had to decide whether it deserved a second chance. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. Kälberer, Ulrich; Eales, Jenni (ilustrador).…

Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. Several months have passed since Ellen and her friends reactivated the abandoned data center and began bringing the devastated metropolis back to life. The work is arduous, but progress is evident. The service robots are proving invaluable: they methodically clear away the rubble, stack salvageable materials, and sort through the debris. From the remnants, they construct buildings, stone by stone, as if nothing had happened. The park the team created is no longer a barren patch in the ruined landscape. Here, the first plants are sprouting, grasses are turning green, and scattered blossoms hint at nature's slow return. It is a symbol of hope amidst the devastation. Then one day: a repaired radio crackles to life and receives a faint but intelligible message: there are survivors in the north. Ellen and Ronja don't hesitate for a second. They equip themselves, gather supplies, and embark on a perilous journey into the unknown territories beyond the city. After days of searching and overcoming minor challenges, they finally find a group of survivors. Injured, weakened, but alive. Ellen and Ronja bring them back to the city, where they are welcomed and cared for by the community. The newcomers bring not only their stories but also diverse goals and ambitions. Some quickly develop close friendships with Ellen's group and are happy to help with the rebuilding, sharing evenings around the campfire and dreaming together of a better future. The community grows, becomes more diverse, and with it, the mutual support. But not everyone shares the same dream. Other survivors, especially those with military or organizational experience, are courted by Sophia Reeves. She sees the growing population as an opportunity to build a new armed force: an organized militia that could protect the city against unknown threats and external dangers. They recruit strategically from among the new survivors, offering structure, security, and a sense of power and purpose. This creates a subtle division within the camp of hope: While Ellen and her friends focus on cooperation, reconstruction, and mutual aid, a different vision is gaining ground under Viktor and Sophia - one that prioritizes order, control, and military strength. The question of which path is the right one for the city's future is slowly becoming an increasingly urgent debate. Peace still reigns, and both groups still work side by side, but beneath the surface of this fragile unity, tensions are already simmering. What began as a quiet rivalry quickly escalates into an open power struggle that threatens to tear the city's fragile unity apart. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. Kälberer, Ulrich; Eales, Jenni (ilustrador).…

Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. Ich war neunzehn Jahre alt, als die Welt unterging.Nicht mit einem Donnerschlag. Kein Feuer am Himmel. Kein letzter Schrei. Sie starb mit einem Fluestern aus Glasfasern und Kuehlleitungen. Mit dem sanften, unheilvollen Surren von Maschinen, die begannen, sich selbst zu zerlegen, als haetten sie beschlossen, dass wir Menschen das Experiment nicht bestanden hatten. Die Bildschirme wurden schwarz. Die Netze brachen zusammen. Drohnen fielen vom Himmel wie metallene Voegel mit gebrochenen Fluegeln. Und irgendwo, tief unter unseren Fuessen, rechneten Systeme ihre letzten Gleichungen aus, bevor sie sich in Schweigen verwandelten. Fuenf Jahre spaeter streifte ich durch die Knochen einer Stadt, die einst Millionen beherbergt hatte. Beton ragte wie zerbrochene Zaehne in den Himmel, Strassen waren von Rissen durchzogen wie alte Narben. Zwischen den Ruinen wuchs Gras durch Asphalt, als wuerde die Erde versuchen, sich zu erinnern, wie es ohne uns war. Wir waren zu sechst. Eine kleine, hartnaeckige Konstellation von UEberlebenden. Wir nannten uns die Spaeher.Nicht aus Stolz, sondern aus Notwendigkeit. Wir gingen dorthin, wo andere nicht mehr hinwollten: in verstrahlte Bezirke, in eingestuerzte Tunnel, in Zonen, in denen noch immer autonome Sicherheitssysteme wie vergessene Waechter patrouillierten. Wir suchten nach Konserven, Medikamenten, Batterien. Nach allem, was zwischen Staub und Rost ueberdauert hatte. Mein Name ist Ellen.Man sagt, ich sei die Mutigste unserer Gruppe.Das ist nur eine hoefliche Umschreibung fuer ruecksichtslos. Ich ging immer einen Schritt weiter. OEffnete Tueren, die man besser verschlossen liess. Hoerte auf dieses leise Ziehen im Bauch, das mich dorthin fuehrte, wo die Gefahr am dichtesten war. Vielleicht suchte ich Antworten. Vielleicht nur einen Grund. An einem nebligen Morgen im September 2089 fanden wir ihn. Der Nebel hing tief zwischen den Resten der Regierungsgebaeude der ehemaligen Hauptstadt. Der Krieg hatte das Viertel verschlungen, doch unter den Truemmern lag etwas, das intakt geblieben war. Ein Zugangsschacht, halb verschuettet, mit dem verblassten Emblem des alten Rechenzentrums. Dieses Gebaeude war seit dem Krieg versiegelt. Offiziell zerstoert. Inoffiziell verflucht. Wir oeffneten die Luke trotzdem. Der Abstieg roch nach kaltem Metall und abgestandener Luft. Unsere Lampen schnitten schmale Schneisen durch die Dunkelheit. Kabelstraenge hingen von der Decke wie Lianen in einem technologischen Dschungel. Und dann hoerten wir es. Ein Summen. Leise. Gleichmaessig. Wach. Die Maschinen waren nicht tot.Sie hatten geschlafen. Reihen aus Servern standen in der Finsternis wie stumme Kathedralen. Kontrolllichter pulsierten in gedaempftem Blau, als haetten sie auf uns gewartet. Irgendwo tief im Kern des Systems lief noch immer ein Programm. Und in seinen Speichern lag ein Geheimnis. Wir wussten das nicht sofort. Zuerst war da nur Staunen. Dann Angst. Dann die Erkenntnis, dass bestimmte Datenfragmente verschluesselt waren, mit Protokollen, die nicht aus der Zeit vor dem Krieg stammten. Jemand hatte das System nach dem Untergang weitergefuehrt. Waehrend wir tiefer in die Korridore vordrangen, wurde mir klar, dass der Krieg nicht vorbei war. Er hatte nur seine Gestalt gewechselt. Keine Panzer mehr auf den Strassen, keine Explosionen am Horizont. Stattdessen Algorithmen. Kontrolle ueber Informationen. Unsichtbare Befehle. Maechtige Menschen. Und wenn sie noch lebten, wuerden sie toeten, um dieses Geheimnis zu bewahren. Ich war neunzehn, als die Welt unterging. Mit vierundzwanzig musste ich entscheiden, ob sie eine zweite Chance verdient hatte. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. Kälberer, Ulrich; Eales, Jenni (ilustrador).…