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|Sikhism||New Mexico: Atocha||2010||Williams, Walter Jon. Days of Atonement. New York: Tor (1991); pg. 106.|| "'And Amardas Singh. That's S-I-N-G-H. He's from Caltech, but he's currently doing work at New Mexico Tech in Socorro.'
'What was that first name again?'
'What kind of name is that?'...
'He's from Pakistan. A Sikh. But he's an American citizen now.'
Loren remembered the barded man in the turban he'd seen in the crows around the BMW. Another anomaly explained. A visiting scientist, and not, apparently, a blood-drinking terrorist. "
|Sikhism||New Mexico: Atocha||2010||Williams, Walter Jon. Days of Atonement. New York: Tor (1991); pg. 125.|| "'Hello,' the man said. 'I am Amardas Singh. Please come in, sirs... Would you like some French toast?' Singh said. 'I just made some.'
Both accepted. Singh poured from a portable plastic coffeemaker that he had obviously brought with him. Loren noticed, as Singh hande dhim his cup, that the man had a steel bracelet on his wrist. Singh sat down on a print bedspread with a fake Navajo design. He smoothed the pattern and looked at it with a smile.
'I remember this pattern from Pakistan,' he said. 'Odd to see it here in the western U.S.'
Loren looked at it. 'Looks Navajo to me,' he said.
Singh shrugged. The gesture looked odd in a bush-haired exotic. 'I suppose the pattern could have been developed indendently.'
|Sikhism||New Mexico: Atocha||2010||Williams, Walter Jon. Days of Atonement. New York: Tor (1991); pg. 353.||"Singh sat in an easy chair with a print of red and blue poppies. Apparently clashing floral patterns were an aspect of his oriental heritage he had not rejected. "|
|Sikhism||New York: New York City||1994||Mixon, Laura J. & Melinda M. Snodgrass. "A Dose of Reality " in Wild Cards: Book II of a New Cycle: Marked Cards (George R. R. Martin, ed.) New York: Baen (1994); pg. 324.||"The fat Sikh to Clara's let wore an expensive gray business suit and white turban, for instance, and had a black beard rolled tightly up into the folds of fat at his chin. He chain-smoked, smiled at her in a way that made her feel uncomfortable, and completely ignored his interpreter, a strikingly beautiful woman in a ruby-red sari, who whispered in his other ear. Clara gave him her most intimidating owl-eyed stare, and eventually he coughed, stabbed out his cigarette butt, and looked away. "|
|Sikhism||New York: New York City||2002||Knight, Damon. Why Do Birds. New York: Tor (1992); pg. 26.|| "The holo in the glass case in the lobby of the Mitsubishi Building was a sturdy Sikh with a white turban and black beard. It said, 'What office are you visiting, sir?'
'Yallow and Moore. The architects.'
'Are they expecting you?'
'Tell me your name, please, and the purpose of your visit.'
'Ed Stone. I want them to build something for me.'
The guard fell silent. 'They say they don't know you, sir, and they are not accepting any new clients.' " [More with the Sikh guard.]
|Sikhism||New York: New York City||2002||Knight, Damon. Why Do Birds. New York: Tor (1992); pg. 29.|| "'What office are you visiting, sir?' asked the Sikh in the cage.
'Bernice Fashions.' The young man held up his parcel and ID.
The Sikh flickered. 'Sir, the photograph in your ID does not appear to match your face.'
'What do you mean, it doesn't match? Sure it matches.'
'Sir, the photograph has dark hair and your hair is light.'
'So I had it dyed.'
The Sikh flickered again. 'Your eye color is also different.'
'Uh, I had an operation?'
The Sikh flickered and said, 'I am calling for assistance.'
'Ah, hell. That's all you guys know. Forget it, I'm leaving.' "
|Sikhism||New York: New York City||2002||Knight, Damon. Why Do Birds. New York: Tor (1992); pg. 32.|| "The young man walked into the lobby of the Mitsubishi Building and held up his clipboard and ID.
'Sir, were you here earlier?'
asked the Sikh in the cage.
'Who, me? No.'
'Is your name Sherman B. Cohen?'
'A person named Sherman B. Cohen was here earlier today. His hair was light, and yours is dark.'
'Oh, that's my brother Sherman. He has different color hair.'
'Sherman B. Cohen is your brother?'
'And your name is Sherman B. Cohen?'
'Yeah, that's right. See, his middle name is Bill and mine is Bob. That's how they tell us apart.' The young man reached up and lifted his cap, snatched the wig off and replaced the cap.
The Sikh flickered. 'Sir, were you here earlier today?'
'I just told you, that was my brother Bob.'
'Your brother is named Bob?'
'Right, and I'm Bill.'
The Sikh flickered again. 'Sir, was your brother here earlier today?' " [More.]
|Sikhism||Ontario||2002||Sawyer, Robert J. Hominids. New York: Tor (2002); pg. .|| "The E.R.'s casualty officer turned out to be a Sikh in his midfifties with a jade green turban. 'What is it that is wrong?' he asked.
Reuben glanced down at the man's nametag, which read N. SINGH, M.D. 'Dr. Singh,' he said, 'I'm Reuben Montego, the site doctor at the Creighton Mine. This man here almost drowned in a tank of heavy water, and, as you can see, he's suffered a cranial trauma.'
'Heavy water?' said Singh. 'Where would you--'
'At the neutrino observatory,' said Reuben.
'Ah, yes,' replied Singh. He turned and called for a wheelchair... 'Unusual body form,' he said. 'Pronounced supraorbital ridge. Very muscular, very broad shouldered. Short limbs. And--hello!--What is this, then?'
Reuben shook his head. 'I don't know. It seems to be implanted in his skin.'
'Very strange,' said Singh. He looked at the man's face. 'How do you feel?'
'He doesn't speak English,' said Reuben.
'Ah,' said the Sikh. 'Well, his bones will talk for him. Let's get him into Radiology.' "
|Sikhism||Ontario||2002||Sawyer, Robert J. Hominids. New York: Tor (2002); pg. 57.||Pg. 57: "At last, Singh got word that the x-rays were ready. Reuben was hoping to be invited along, out of professional courtesy, and Singh did indeed beckon for him to follow. ";
Pg. 58: "Singh's brown eyes were wide. 'I have,' he said. 'I have.' He turned to look at the man, who was still sitting in the wheelchair, babbling gibberish. Then Singh consulted the ghastly gray images again. 'It is impossible,' said the Sikh. 'Impossible.'
'It cannot be . . .'
Singh raised his hand. 'I do not know how it can be thus, but . . .'
'This patient of yours,' said Singh, in a voice full of wonder, 'appears to be a Neanderthal.' " [Other references to the character as a Sikh, but nothing said about Sikhism. He is simply a character who happens to be a Sikh. More with the Sikh doctor, N. Singh, pg. 58, 69-77, 104, 156-158, 165, etc.]
|Sikhism||Ontario||2002||Sawyer, Robert J. Hominids. New York: Tor (2002); pg. 157.||Pg. 157: "At that moment, Dr. Naonihal Singh walked by, sporting a dark brown turban. 'Dr. Singh!' called Reuben. "; Pg. 347: "...and the fabric that had been wrapped around Dr. Singh's head was a sign of his somewhat different religion. "|
|Sikhism||Ontario: Toronto||1995||Sawyer, Robert J. The Terminal Experiment. New York: HarperCollins (1995); pg. 12.||"Next to Peter, the perfusionist, a Sikh wearing a large green cap over his turban, scanned a series of readouts... "|
|Sikhism||Ontario: Toronto||2000||Sawyer, Robert J. Calculating God. New York: Tor (2000); pg. 181.||[The Sikh guard is once again mentioned.] "They stepped forward. A dark-skinned man wearing a brown turban and a security officer's blue blazer, white shirt, and red tie, was standing at the top of the four wide steps that led out of the Rotunda. 'Where's the Bogus [Burgess] Shale?' asked Ewell.
The guard smiled, as if Ewell had said something funny. 'Back there; the entrance is by the coat check.' "
|Sikhism||Ontario: Toronto||2000||Sawyer, Robert J. Calculating God. New York: Tor (2000); pg. 16.|| "The alien sidled up to the blue-blazered security officer--Raghubir, a grizzled but genial Sikh who'd been with the ROM [Royal Ontario Museum] forever--and said, in perfect English, 'Excuse me. I would like to see a paleontologist.'
Raghubir's brown eyes went wide, but he quickly relaxed. He later said he figured it was a joke... He assumed this was some guy in costume or an animatronic prop. 'What kind of paleontologist?' he said, deadpan, going along with the bit.
The alien's spherical torso bobbed once. 'A pleasant one, I suppose.'
On the video, you can see old Raghubir trying without complete success to suppress a grin. 'I mean, do you want an invertebrate or vertebrate?'
'Are not all your paleontologists humans?' asked the alien... 'would they not therefore all be vertebrates?' " [More with this Sikh character, pg. 17-18.]
|Sikhism||Ontario: Toronto||2000||Sawyer, Robert J. Calculating God. New York: Tor (2000); pg. 30.||"I wasn't really offended, but I was surprised; previously, I'd only heard similar comments from so-called creations scientists. 'You'll find many religious people here at the ROM,' I said. 'Raghubir [the Sikh guard], whom you met down in the lobby, for instance. But even he wouldn't say that the existence of God is a scientific fact.' "|
|Sikhism||Ontario: Toronto||2000||Sawyer, Robert J. Calculating God. New York: Tor (2000); pg. 43.||"I thought about it throughout the forty-five minute subway ride... I thought about the impact today's events would have on human history. I wondered if it was Raghubir or I who would end up being mentioned in the encyclopedia articles; the alien had come to see me--or at least someone in my position--but this actual first conversation (I had taken a break to watch the security-camera video) was with Raghubir Singh. " [The museum's Sikh guard was the first person the alien talked to after landing.]|
|Sikhism||Ontario: Toronto||2011||Sawyer, Robert J. The Terminal Experiment. New York: HarperCollins (1995); pg. 104.||"...Joginder Singh, his PR person, was adamant that this was the right approach... "|
|Sikhism||Pakistan||2000||Knight, Damon. Rule Golden in Three Novels. Garden City, NY: Doubleday (c. 1954); pg. 59.||"Late the same day, a clash between Sikh and Moslem guards on the India-Pakistan border near Sialkot resulted in the annihilation of both parties. "|
|Sikhism||Pennsylvania||1993||Simmons, Dan. The Hollow Man. New York: Bantam (1993); pg. 3.||"Dr. Singh arrived about six P.M. and spoke to her softly, but Gail's attention was riveted on the doorway... "|
|Sikhism||Singapore||2022||Sterling, Bruce. Islands in the Net. New York: Arbor House/William Morrow (1988); pg. 181.||"An elderly Sikh limped past her, his white beard dripping blood. "|
|Sikhism||Singapore||2022||Sterling, Bruce. Islands in the Net. New York: Arbor House/William Morrow (1988); pg. 219.|| "Laura looked up, startled. It was a tall, tough-looking, turbanned Sikh in a khaki shirt and Gurkha shorts. He had a badge and shoulder patches and he carried a leather-wrapped lathi stick. 'What are you doing, madams?'
'Uh . . .' Laura scrambled to her feet...
'Don't . . .' She couldn't think of anything to say.
The Sikh guard looked at her as if she'd dropped from Mars. 'You are a tenant here, madam?'
'The riots,' Laura said. 'I thought there was shelter here.'
'Tourist madam? A Yankee!' He stared at her, then pulled black-rimmed glasses from a shirt-pocket case and put them on. 'Oh!' He had recognized her.
'All right... Arrest me, officer. Take me into custody.'
The Sikh blushed. 'Madam, I am only private security. Cannot arrest you... He sidestepped clumsily out of her way at the last moment. She wandered out into the hall...
'Thought you were looters,' he said. 'Very sorry.' "
|Sikhism||Singapore||2022||Sterling, Bruce. Islands in the Net. New York: Arbor House/William Morrow (1988); pg. 219.|| "'Rain. Water cannon too, actually.'
The Sikh stiffened. 'Is a very sorrow to me that you experience this in our city while a guest of the Singapore government, Mrs. Webber.'
'That's okay,' Laura muttered. 'What's your name, sir?'
All Sikhs were named Singh. Of course. Laura felt like an idiot. 'I could kind of use the police, Mr. Singh. I mean some nice calm police, well out of the riot area.'
Singh tucked his lathi stick smartly under his arm. 'Very well, madam.' He was struggling not to salute. 'You are following me, please.'
They walked together down the empty hall. 'Settling you very soon,' Singh said encouragingly. 'Duty is difficult in these times.'
'You said it, Mr. Singh.'
They stepped into a cargo elevator and went down a floor into a dusty parking area... Singh pointed with his stick. 'You are riding pillion on my motor scooter if agreeable?' "
|Sikhism||Singapore||2022||Sterling, Bruce. Islands in the Net. New York: Arbor House/William Morrow (1988); pg. 220.|| "'There are roadblocks,' Laura told him.
'Yes, but--' Singh hesitated. He hit the brakes.
One of the cant-winged fighter jets of the Singapore Air Force flew above them... Something streaked from beneath its wings. A missile...
Thunder rolled through the empty streets.
Singh swore and turned the bike around. 'Enemies attacking! We go back to safety at once!'
They rode back down the ramp. 'That was a Singaporean jet, Mr. Singh.'
Singh pretended not to hear. 'Duty now is clear. You are coming with me, please.'
They took an elevator up to the sixth floor. Singh was silent, his back ramrod-straight. He wouldn't meet her eyes.
He led her down the corridor to a hall apartment and knocked three times.
A plump woman in black slacks and a tunic opened the door. 'My wife,' said Singh. He gestured Laura inside.
The woman started in amazement. 'Laura Webster!' she said. "
|Sikhism||Singapore||2022||Sterling, Bruce. Islands in the Net. New York: Arbor House/William Morrow (1988); pg. 220.|| "It was a little three-room place. Very modest. Three bug-cute children bounded into the front room: a boy of nine, a girl, another boy still a toddler. 'You have three children, Mr. Singh?'
'yes,' Singh said, smiling. He picked up the littlest boy and mussed his hair. 'Makes many tax problems. Working two jobs.' He and his wife began talking rapidly in Bengali, or Hindi maybe, something incomprehensible, but speckled with English loan words. Like fighter jet and television. "
|Sikhism||Singapore||2022||Sterling, Bruce. Islands in the Net. New York: Arbor House/William Morrow (1988); pg. 221.|| "Mrs. Singh, whose name was Aratavari or something vaguely similar, took Laura into the parental bedroom. 'We shall get you into some dry clothes,' she said. She opened the closet and took a folded square cloth from the top shelf. It was breathtaking: emerald-green silk with gold embroidery. 'A sari will fit you,' she said, shaking it out briskly. It was obviously her finest garment. It looked like something a rajah's wife would wear for ritual suttee.
Laura toweled her hair and face. 'Your English is very good.'
'I'm from Manchester,' said Mrs. Singh. 'Better opportunity here however.' She turned her back politely while Laura stripped off her sopping blouse and jeans. She put on a sari blouse too big in the bustline and too tight around the ribs. The sari defeated her. Mrs. Singh helped her pleat and pin it. "
|Sikhism||Singapore||2022||Sterling, Bruce. Islands in the Net. New York: Arbor House/William Morrow (1988); pg. 221.|| "She followed Mrs. Singh back into the front room, barefoot and rustling. The children laughed, and Singh grinned at her. 'Oh. Very good, madam. You would like drinking something?'
'I could sure do with a shot of whisky.'
'You got a cigarette?' She blurted. they looked shocked. 'Sorry,' she muttered, wondering why she'd said it. 'Very kind of y'all to put me up and everything.'
Mrs. Singh shook her head modestly. 'I should take your clothes to the laundry. Only, curfew forbids it.' The older boy brought Laura a can of chilled guava juice. It tasted like sugared spit. " [More with the Singh family, pg. 221-225.]
|Sikhism||United Kingdom: England||1940||Ondaatje, Michael. The English Patient. London, UK: Bloomsbury (1996; c. 1992); pg. 181.||Pg. 181: "Kirpal Singh stood where the horse's saddle would have lain across its back. At first he simply stood on the back of the horse, paused and waved to those he could not see but who he knew would be watching. Lord Suffolk watched him through binoculars, saw the young man wave, both arms up and swaying... Lord Suffolk would see the thing line of crimson lanyard on Singh's shoulder that signaled his sapper unit... Singh was conscious only of his boots scuffing the rough white chalk as he moved down the slope. "; Pg. 184: "...the history of bomb disposal, Devon cream. He was introducing the customs of England to the young Sikh as if it was a recently discovered culture. " [Much more.]|
|Sikhism||United Kingdom: London||1890||Doyle, Arthur Conan. "The Sign of Four " in A Study in Scarlet and The Sign of Four. New York: Berkley/Penguin Putnam (1994; c. 1890); pg. 150.||"It is paper of native Indian manufacture, " he remarked. "It has at some time been pinned to a board. The diagram upon it appears to be a plan of part of a large building with numerous halls, corridors, and passages. At one point is a small cross done in red ink, and above it is... In the left-hand corner is a curious hieroglyphic like four crosses in a line with their arms touching. Beside it is written, in very rough and coarse characters, 'The sign of the four--Jonathan Small, Mahomet Sing, Abdullah Khan, Dost Akbar... "|
|Sikhism||USA||1937||Dunn, J. R. "Long Knives " in Writers of the Future: Volume III (Algis Budrys, ed.). Los Angeles: Bridge Publications (1987); pg. 166.|| "'It was the old man [Albert Einstein] who figured that out. Along with Singh.'
'You talk to him at all? Einstein, I mean.'
'Yeah, he just wanted to know what year we were from. Singh hadn't told him.'
'Sure, he knew everything else.' He stopped at the main door. 'That's the attraction this era has for our people, the ones who desert. Singh wanted to work with Einstein, somebody else wants to be analyzed by Freud.' He shrugged. 'I can't see it, myself.' "
|Sikhism||USA||1937||Dunn, J. R. "Long Knives " in Writers of the Future: Volume III (Algis Budrys, ed.). Los Angeles: Bridge Publications (1987); pg. 164-165.|| "'Desertions. Somebody split from the Tokyo office yesterday.' He looked them over, one by one. 'I don't have to tell you that if anybody tried that here I'll track them down. You'll be sitting pu the line in a cell next to Singh, I guarantee it.'...
The group filled the old elevator, and Keegan found himself standing next to Aytrigg. He turned to the man. 'Is Singh really still in prison?'
Aytrigg nodded. 'Yeah, but not the way that Fusco wants you to think. They've got him under house arrest at the Institute. He's too valuable to lock up.' He loosened his tie. 'Got him working on transfer mechanics, same as before. He's tracking down other lines now. He thinks you have to go directly from one to another, like rooms in a house. He'll be back here eventually, to set up another transfer point.'
'Working with Einstein,' Keegan said.
'Yeah,' said Aytrigg, smiling. 'working with Einstein.' "
|Sikhism||USA||1984||Delacorte, Peter. Time On My Hands. New York: Scribner (1997); pg. 196.||Pg. 196: "The station manager, a tall man of obvious subcontinental origin, arrived... Embroidered in cursive on his Chevron uniform was his name: V. Singh. I did not inquire as to his feelings regarding the Gandhi assassination. " [more about character, pg. 196-199.]; Pg. 199: "There was a disarmingly long pause, as if Charlie were making up his mind once and for all whether I were truly an old friend or actually a Sikh assassin. "|
|Sikhism||USA||1993||Simmons, Dan. The Hollow Man. New York: Bantam (1993); pg. 100.||"Four rows in front of the arguing drunks, a quiet man named Kushwat Singh sat reading a paperback by the light of the small reading light above him. Singh was not concentrating on the words of the book; he was thinking about the slaughter at the Golden Temple a few years before--the rampage of Indian government troops that had killed Singh's wife, twenty-three-year-old son, and his three best friends. The officials had said that the radical Sikhs had been planning to overthrow the government. The officials had been right. "|
|Sikhism||USA||1993||Simmons, Dan. The Hollow Man. New York: Bantam (1993); pg. 100.||"Now Kushwat Singh's mind, tired from twenty hours of traveling and sleepless nights before that, ran over the list of things he was going to buy at that certain warehouse near the Houston airport: Semtex plastic explosive, fragmentation grenades, Japanese electronic timing devices, and . . . with a little luck . . . several Stinger-type, shoulder-launched ground-to-air missiles. Enough material to level a police station, to cut down a gaggle of politicians like a sharp blade scything wheat . . . enough killing technology to bring down a fully loaded 747. "|
|Sikhism||USA||1996||Dreyfuss. Richard & Harry Turtledove. The Two Georges. New York: Tor (1996); pg. 40.||Pg. 40: "For his adjutant, Bushell opened the door. Stanley came in with two men: a dark-skinned fellow in New Liverpool blues, complete with a turban matching his uniform, and a graying blond man wearing a doctor's white coat with several fresh bloodstains on it.
Stanley pointed first to one, then to the other. 'This is Sergeant Singh, a New Liverpool [California] forensics specialist, and here we have Dr. Foxx, the coroner.' " [More about Sergeant Singh, pg. 40.]; Pg. 116: "...had an East Indian theme... Carpets from Armritsar... "; Pg. 333: "...at 427 Armritsar Way. Ugly name for a street.' "
|Sikhism||USA||1996||Knight, Damon. Humpty Dumpty: An Oval. New York: Tor (1996); pg. 113.||Pg. 113: "...and found a Hertz place manned by two bearded Sikhs in white suits and turbans who ignored the constantly ringing phone on the counter behind them. ";
Pg. 115: "I swore, ran back, waited again, and one of the Sikhs waved me outside. I stood shivering on the pavement while another Sikh drove the car up; the jacket that had been all right for chilly England was no warm enough for the northeastern U.S.
The car was an aggressive-looking white Buick... The Sikh showed me how to turn it on. In a quiet feminine voice it said, 'Your name, please?' " [More about the Sikhs, pg. 116.]
|Sikhism||USA||2010||Bury, Stephen. Interface. New York: Bantam (1994); pg. 124.||"A couple of hours after Dr. Radhakrishnan arrived, a patient named Mohinder Singh was brought in. He was a lorry driver from Himachal Pradesh, way up north in the foothills of the Himalayas. " [More about Singh, pg. 124-125. He is not explicitly identified as a Sikh. This character also mentioned pg. 160, 212-213, 256, etc.]|
|Sikhism||USA||2015||Sheffield, Charles. Brother to Dragons. Riverdale, NY: Baen (1992); pg. 102.|| "Alan Singh was sitting at another little table about ten feet away. He saw Job's head movements and laid down the book he was reading.
'Look, when you are all through I'll give you a full tour if you want it.' His accent in chachara-calle was improving, but Job though that he would never fully lose his foreign twang. And when it came to difficult subjects or fast talking, Singh still preferred to switch to standard English. " [Many other refs. to the character named Singh, who may be a Sikh, or descendant of Sikhs, but is never identified explicitly as such.]
|Sikhism||Washington, D.C.||1995||Hand, Elizabeth. Waking the Moon. New York: HarperPrism (1995); pg. 7.||"Beneath its walls wandered a weird profusion of nuns and rabbis and sikhs and friars, and others... "|
|Sikhism||Washington: Seattle||1998||Brooks, Terry. A Knight of the Word. New York: Ballantine (1998); pg. 112.||"...before the plane touched down at Sea-Tac... Her driver was Pakistani or East Indian, a Sikh perhaps, wearing one of those turbans, and he didn't have much to say. "|
|Sikhism||world||1999||Banks, Iain. The Business. New York: Simon & Schuster (1999); pg. 240.||"The main foreigners' outfitters in Thulahn was the Wildness Emporium, a huge stone barn of a place, which smelled of kerosene and was full of very expensive Western hiking and climbing gear. It was run by two turbaned Sikhs who'd looked like they were fed up explaining that, no, it wasn't meant to read the Wilderness Emporium... The two Sikhs--brothers as it turned out, once we'd got talking--had happily relieved me of a brothersomely bulky wad of bills and urged me to come again anytime. "|
|Sikhism||world||1999||Sagan, Carl. Contact. New York: Simon & Schuster (1985); pg. 271.||"Organizations publicly claiming responsibility included the Earth-Firsters, the Red Army Faction, the Islamic Jihad..., the Sikh Separatists, Shining Path... "|
|Sikhism||world||2001||Cox, Greg. The Eugenics Wars: The Rise and Fall of Khan Noonien Singh: Volume One (Star Trek). New York: Pocket Books (2001); pg. 403.||[Afterword: Historical notes] "Although better known these days as the trademark weapon of Xena: Warrior Princess, the chakram is, in fact, a traditional Sikh weapon whose use dates back to at least the sixteenth century. Khan surely would have been schooled in its use, even before Xena reruns began airing in Delhi. The wheel-like chakar is also unique to the Sikhs. "|
|Sikhism||world||2008||McDonald, Ian. Evolution's Shore. New York: Bantam (1997; c. 1995); pg. 223.||"'...And then the letter arrives asking you to come see Dr. Singh and they might as well tell you in the letter it's four, you're dead...' " [Simply the name of a doctor, not explicitly identified as a Sikh.]|
|Sikhism||world||2010||Brunner, John. Stand on Zanzibar. Garden City, NY: Doubleday (1968); pg. 401.||"When a burly turbaned Sikh [reporter] got in his way he hit him with the side of his hand and stepped over his falling body. "|
|Sikhism||world||2010||Williams, Walter Jon. Days of Atonement. New York: Tor (1991); pg. 126.|| "'Could you give your full name for the record?'...
'Amardas N.M.I. Singh.'
Amusement trickled through Loren. N.M.I.: no middle initial. Singh must have have got used to offical interviews during his years of dealing with immigration.
'New Delhi, India.'
...'Someone told me you were Pakistani.'
'I was born in India. My grandparents were killed by Hindus in a riot following the death of dictator Indira Gandhi. My surviving family fled to Rawalpindi, in Pakistan.'
The words were matter-of-fact, said with a slight smile. "
|Sikhism||world||2010||Williams, Walter Jon. Days of Atonement. New York: Tor (1991); pg. 129.|| "'Ah.' Singh smiled again. 'Too much of the work here is classified. I can't get a security clearance.'
'Why not? You're a citizen now.'
'I'm a Sikh!' Singh's voice was almost jolly. 'My grandparents were killed solely because they were Sikhs. As a consequence of this I have never ceased to work for the establishment of a Sikh homeland in the Punjab. My political activities put me at odds with the policies of the U.S. government, and the FBI's been all over my ass for years, and I couldn't get a clearance.' " [Other refs. not in DB. This is a central character in the novel.]
|Sikhism||world||2018||Bova, Ben. Voyager II: The Alien Within. New York: Tor (1986); pg. 243.||"'We are members of a high civilization! Our religious teaching prevent us from tampering with the natural order of births. Even among a warrior race such as we Sikhs, we know better than to select a huge oversupply of male children.' "|
|Sikhism||world||2028||Barnes, John. Mother of Storms. New York: Tor (1994); pg. 171.||"And Admiral Singh on the Bush seems to think the carrier group can ride it out and still make it to Pearl. " [Singh is a common Sikh name, so this briefly glimpsed character may be a Sikh.]|
|Sikhism||world||2049||Knight, Damon. A For Anything. New York: Tor (1990; 1959); pg. 111.||"The crowd flowed along, brilliant, glittering, with a cloud of scent and a murmur of laughter. Here were half a dozen East Indians in turbans, hawk-nosed and dark, with flashing eyes; here came a priest of Eblis and a gypsy mountbank...|
|Sikhism||world||2087||McDevitt, Jack. Infinity Beach. New York: HarperCollins (2000); pg. 355.||[Epigraph with faux quote] "We value Truth, not because we are principled, but because we are curious. We like to believe we will not tolerate manipulation of the facts. But strict knowledge of what has occurred often inflicts more damage than benefit. Mystery and mythology are safer avenues of pursuit precisely because they are open to manipulation. Truth, ladies and gentlemen, is overrated.
--E. K. Whitlaw: Summary of the Impeachment Trial of Mason Singh, 2087 C.E. "
|Sikhism||world||2110||Clarke, Arthur C. The Hammer of God. New York: Bantam (1993); pg. 4.||Pg. 4: "Captain Robert Singh enjoyed these walks through the forest with his little son, Toby... Another problem, though Singh. There were times when he pined for the simple life of his ancestors on the dusty plains of India, though he knew perfectly well that he would have been able to tolerate it only for milliseconds. "; Pg. 6: "The home shared by Robert Singh, Freyda Carroll, their son Toby... " [Captain Robert Singh is the novel's main characters. Refs. throughout, of course, but no mention of Sikhism in novel. Other than his surname, there is nothing to indicate that he is a Sikh or of Sikh ancestry. Certainly his wife (?) and son do not have Sikh names.]|
|Sikhism||world||2160||Clarke, Arthur C. The Fountains of Paradise. New York: Ballantine (1980; 1st ed. 1978); pg. 179.||"And even if his number was not known, the standard search program could usually find it fairly quickly, given the approximate date of his birth... (There were, however, problems if the name was Smith, or Singh, or Mohammed.) "|
|Sikhism||world||2345||Bear, Greg. "Scattershot " in The Wind from a Burning Woman. Sauk City, WI: Arkham House (1983; story copyright 1981); pg. 123.||"I rolled over, nudging Sonok into grumbly half-waking, and shut my eyes and mind to everything, trying to find a peaceful glade and perhaps Jaghit Singh. But even in sleep all I found was snow and broken grey trees. "|
|Sikhism||world||2374||Cox, Greg. Q-Strike (Star Trek: TNG / The Q Continuum: Book 3 of 3). New York: Pocket Books (1998); pg. 183.||"This was like some sort of inhuman medical experiment from the age of Khan Noonien Singh. " [Khan was not known to be a practicing Sikh.]|
|Sikhism||world||3000||Charnas, Suzy McKee. Walk to the End of the World. New York: Ballantine (1974); pg. 112.||"...names of the Dirties... they were easily distinguishable from true men: 'Reds, Blacks, Browns, Kinks; Gooks, Dagos, Greasers, Chinks; Ragheads, Niggas, Kites, Dinks . . .' " ['Ragheads' apparently a reference to Sikhs and/or Muslims.]|
|Sikhism||Yatakang||2010||Brunner, John. Stand on Zanzibar. Garden City, NY: Doubleday (1968); pg. 280.||"He was the only Caucasian in sight. Almost everyone else was of Asian extraction: local-born, or Chinese, or Burmese. There were some Sikhs at Post One... "|
|simian||Africa||1914||Burroughs, Edgar Rice. Tarzan of the Apes. New York: Grosset & Dunlap (1914); pg. 35.|| "The tribe of anthropoids over which Kerchak ruled with an iron hand and bared fangs, numbered some six or eight families, each family consisting of an adult male with his wives and their young, numbering in all some sixty or seventy apes.
Kala was he youngest wife of a male she had seen dashed to death was her first; for she was but nine or ten years old.
Noth, she was large and powerful--a splendid, clean-limbed animal, with a rounded high forehead, which denoted more intelligence than most of her kind possessed. So, also, she had a greater capacity for mother love and mother sorrow.
But she was still an ape, a huge, fierce, terrible beast of a species closely allied to the gorilla, yet more intelligent; which, with the strength of their cousin, made her kind the most fearsome of those awe-inspiring progenitors of man. " [Many refs. to apes throughout novel, of course. Other refs. not in DB.]
|simian||Arizona||1987||Murphy, Pat. "Rachel in Love " in Future on Fire (Orson Scott Card, ed.) New York: Tor (1991; story copyright 1986); pg. 13.||"It is a Sunday morning in summer and a small brown chimpanzee named Rachel sits on the edge of the Painted Desert. She is watching a Tarzan movie on television. " [This entire story is about a chimpanzee, into whose mind a scientist transferred the memories and personality of his recently deceased daughter. There are many other chimpanzees in the story as well. Refs. throughout, others not in DB.]|
|simian||Arizona||1987||Murphy, Pat. "Rachel in Love " in Future on Fire (Orson Scott Card, ed.) New York: Tor (1991; story copyright 1986); pg. 16.||"But though Rachel's body had died, all was not lost. In his desert lab, the doctor had recorded the electrical patterns produced by his daughter's brain. The doctor had been experimenting with the use of external magnetic fields to impose the patterns from one brain onto the brain of another. From an animal supply house, he obtained a young chimpanzee. He used a mixture of norepinephrine-based transmitter substances to boost the speed of neural processing in the chimp's brain, and then he imposed the pattern of his daughter's mind upon the brain of this young chimp, combined the two after his own fashion, saving his daughter in his own way. In the chimp's brain was all that remained of Rachel Jacobs. "|
|simian||Asteroid Belt||2034||Asimov, Isaac. "Risk " in The Complete Robot. Garden City, NY: Doubleday (1982; c. 1955); pg. 379.||[Year est.] "'...Yet I'm convinced that on the basis of what they learn, or think they learn, from the robot, they'll send men into hyperspace. Poor devils!--Look, it's not a question of dying. It's coming back mindless. If you'd seen the chimpanzee, you'd know what I mean. Death is clean and final. The other think--' "|
|simian||Austria||1998||Baur, Markus. "Hunting the Snark " in Drakas! (S. M. Sterling, ed.) New York: Baen (2000); pg. 305.||"'...your samples... The other two are not human--at first guess a male and a female ape of some kind...' " [More simian refs., not in DB.]|
|simian||Burundi||2000||Sawyer, Robert J. Calculating God. New York: Tor (2000); pg. 47.||"...by early the next day, there were eight other extraterrestrials... on Earth, all of them Forhilnors... Another was in Burundi, living with a group of mountain gorillas, who seemed to have accepted him quite readily. " [Also, pg. 316, 327, more.]|
|simian||California: Berkeley||1996||Sawyer, Robert J. Frameshift. New York: Tor (1998; c. 1997); pg. 247.||chimpanzee|
|simian||California: Hollywood||1955||Bradbury, Ray. A Graveyard for Lunatics. New York: Alfred A. Knopf (1990); pg. 34.||"'...A gorilla carrying his head, ran in Stage 10...' "|
|simian||Colorado||2010||Willis, Connie. "Samaritan " in Fire Watch. New York: Bluejay (1984; story copyright 1979); pg. 215.|| "'Reverend Hoyt, Esau has something he wants to tell you.' She turned to the orangutan. he was standing up straight, something Reverend Hoyt knew was hard for him to do. He came almost to Natalie's shoulder. His thick, squat body was covered almost entirely with long, neatly brushed auburn hair. He had only a little hair on top of his head. He had slicked it down with water. His wide face, inset and shadowed by his cheek flaps, was as impassive as ever.
Natalie signed something to him. He stood silent, his long arms hanging limply at his sides. She turned back to Reverend Hoyt. 'He wants to be baptized! It's that wonderful. Tell him, Esau.'
He had seen it coming. The Reverend Natalie Abreu, twenty-two and only one year out of Princeton, was one enthusiasm after another... " [Entire story about an orangutan who wants to be baptized. Other refs. to simians not in DB.]
|simian||Colorado||2010||Willis, Connie. "Samaritan " in Fire Watch. New York: Bluejay (1984; story copyright 1979); pg. 218.|| "'It's a sign I taught him,' she said stiffly. 'In Sunday School. The word wasn't in the book. It means talents. He means--'
'Do you know the story of the ten talents, Esau?'
She translated. Again he nodded.
'And would you serve God with your talents?'
This whole conversation was insane. He could not discuss Christian service with an orangutan. It made no sense. They were not free agents. They belonged to the Cheyenne Mountain Primate Research facility at what had been the old zoo. It was there that the first orangs had signed to each other. A young one, raised until the age of three with humans, had lost both human parents in an accident and had been returned to the Center. He had a vocabulary of over twenty words in American Sign Language and could make simple commands. Before the end of the year, the entire colony of orangs had the same vocabulary and could form declarative sentences. "