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Being old isn’t that bad. Except for your body, your eyesight, your sense of balance, and waking up each morning feeling like you’ve been nailed in place.
“M-Bot?” I whispered. “What in the heavens?” I’m a ghost, he said in my mind. Boo!
At the end of the story…at the end of the story, the hero came home, and found herself transformed…into someone who didn’t belong, and could never belong, with the people she’d left behind. It was the same in almost every story I’d read.
“Rig,” I declared to him, “I need science.” “You need therapy.” “You need better jokes.” “You need a better sense of humor.”
I was barely listening. Fifteen-centimeter-tall. Furry. Ninjas. Scud. The universe was awesome after all.
What you experience is yours to cherish. Each sight a gemstone for your personal collection, light crystallized in your mind, made solid and captured to forever cherish.”
I don’t think most people want to do what’s right. That’s what makes doing the right thing noble. It’s a conscious choice. A hard one. If it were easy, then why would we respect it so much?”
“This makes it difficult for you when dealing with those who have lived in privilege,” he said. “We spend our lives learning to plan. Often, those in power stay in power because of such luxuries—it is not that they are smarter or more capable, but that they’ve had the opportunity to think about tomorrow, not just today.”
Well, yes, I projected to her. I do dangerous things. But I’m a soldier.
I’m a soldier,
Mushroom-Bot
The love of the oppressed found the souls of the broken, and the result was light.
SHE IS HURTING THE LITTLE DELVERS?
KILLING THE LITTLE DELVERS? KILLING THE ONES WHO HELD US? KILLING THE ONES WHO LOVED US?
“Hi!” he said through a speaker on the front. “I’ve been resurrected! Do I start a religion now, or do I wait for you to do it for me? That part has always confused me.”
“I thought those stories always left the heroine changed,” he said. “They do. And they did.” “In the stories she leaves, because she no longer fits in where she began.” “In the stories, yes,” I whispered. “But Jorgen, there’s one huge flaw in all of those stories.” “Which is?” “None of them had you.”
