“I know what you mean,” whispered Aenea. “I like planets too. And I like being human … just being a woman. It’s not for some Utopian evolution of humankind into Ouster angels or Seneschai empaths that I’m doing … what I have to do.” “What then?” I whispered into her hair. “Just for the chance to choose,” she said softly. “Just for the opportunity to continue being human, whatever that means to each person who chooses.” “To choose again?” I said. “Yes,” said Aenea. “Even if that means choosing what one has had before. Even if it means choosing the Pax, the cruciform, and alliance with the
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