You are striding atop a very thin wall, my friend. Loyalty is a difficult thing to divide.
Now he could never change his mind, and there was a kind of tragedy to that.
I think,” M-Bot said, “maybe the Superiority might not be very nice.
I accept that there will be those I cannot protect.
I am a machine, and my conclusions are therefore logical – while yours are biased by organic irrationality.
Worry has weight, and is an infinitely renewable resource.
All right, all right. No need to get grouchy just because I insulted you.
Apparently, some people in the department made the brilliant connection that if you kill all your recruits before you have time to train them, you’ll soon run out of recruits.” I.
Enjoying danger sounds like an evolutionary problem,” M-Bot said. “Shouldn’t you find things fun when they’re safe?” “Who knows?” I said. “I don’t think evolution was trying to create me. I just kind of happened.
Evolution doesn’t ‘try’ to do anything,” M-Bot said. “But like it or not, you are the pinnacle of its work. All evolutionary pressures throughout all the ages among your species have resulted in you.
In the end, it wasn’t the wealth or the job’s thrill that made her stay. It was the shadowed prospect – unlikely and unreasonable, but still seductive – of a group whose members actually trusted one another.
All things are math. Art especially is math.
He felt good lots of days. Trouble was, on the bad days, that was hard to remember. At those times, for some reason, he felt like he had always been in darkness, and always would be. Why was it so hard to remember? Did he have to keep slipping back down? Why couldn’t he stay up here in the sunlight, where everyone else lived?
Of course,” Blushweaver said. “I positively love people who do as they should. ‘Should’ being defined as whatever I think is best.
When I’m at my worst, I feel like I can’t change. Like I’ve never changed. That I’ve always felt this way, and always will.
We brought company, I told her. All of it.
Nothing is eternal, not even time itself.
If you wish to become a storyteller, here is a hint: sell your labor, but not your mind.
I genuinely believe that I’m an advanced, well-armed, stealth-capable ship because it will help me harvest fungi better. This is not at all irrational.
What was a god who only made demands? Nothing but a tyrant with a different name.