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“How do I know what I think until I see what I say?”
At least, I will know so far as I am concerned. Which, when it comes right down to it, is the only aspect of the universe’s resolution with which most of us are concerned.
I should not take it personally. I took it very personally.
I do not commit practical jokes. Be assured, I do not suffer from a sense of humor.”
I was being a bit of an asshole this long day.
I looked at the android. “It seems eminently sensible to me,” he said, “although a subset of an equally eminent nonsensical voyage.”
With more than 250 years to think about rescuing the child, one would think that the old poet would have thought to pack some clothes for her.
Commando Boy goes to war, muttered the cynical part of my brain. I told it to shut up.
The universe is indifferent to our fates. This was the crushing burden that the character took with him as he struggled through the surf toward survival or extinction. The universe just does not give a shit.
Total darkness cut off the end of this cynical speculation.
Sometimes, I realized, the safety off on my plasma rifle, trying to walk lightly in the grinding weight of Sol Draconi Septem, the shortest route to courage is absolute ignorance.
Evolution brings human beings. Human beings, through a long and painful process, bring humanity.”
“Rome?” I felt that I was standing around with my thumb in my ear repeating everything the child said. It was one of those days.
Life is brutal that way … the loss of irrecoverable moments amid trivia and distraction.
You were beautiful. I loved you then. I loved you backward and forward in time. I loved you beyond boundaries of time and space.
