Sky
Martha Dane paused, looking up at the at the purple-tinged copper sky. The wind had shifted since noon, while she had been inside, and the dust storm that was sweeping the high deserts to the east was now blowing out over Syrtis. The sun, magnified by the haze, was a gorgeous magental ball, as large as th sun of Terra, at which she could look directly. Tonight, some of that dust would come sifting down from the upper atmosphere to add another film to what had been burying the city for the last fifty thousand years.
Omnilingual
H. Beam Piper
The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.
"It's not like I'm using," Case heard someone say, as he shouldered his way through the crowd around the door of the Chat. "It's like my body;s developed this massive drug deficiency." It was Sprawl voice and a Sprawl joke. The Chatsubo was a bar for proffesional expatriates; you could drink there for a week an never hear two words in Japanese.
Neuromancer
William Gibson