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If I had a stroke and sniffed glue, I’d wind up with your IQ.
Heider suddenly appeared next to him, laughing. ‘You’re an evil man, Loki.’ Heider handed him a bottle of water. ‘At least I got laid tonight.’
Pete Sebeck was just an idea – a collection of responsibilities with a mailing address.
‘Death is inevitable but largely unimportant.’
For the first time in his life Gragg finally understood what a cathedral was – it was a psychological hack.
‘We polygraphed them all. None knew anything about Sobol’s plan – although plenty of them wrote code for purposes they didn’t understand.’ ‘That’s no surprise. It’s project management.’
Her new boss was an undead automaton from hell, true, but no job was perfect.
Humanity had always trafficked in oppression. Before the corporate marketing department got ahold of it, it was called conquest. Now it was regional development. Vikings and Mongols were big on revenue targets, too – but Leland had dispensed with all the tedious invading, and had taken a page out of the Roman playbook by hiring the locals to enslave each other as franchisees. To
‘It’s an application programming interface – rules for controlling a process. It’s basically a guide for communicating with – and possibly controlling – the Daemon.’
and if we malfunction, we’ll be replaced. We owe it to ourselves to survive. Shit, we owe it to ourselves to thrive. That’s what our ancestors did, and that’s what we’re gonna do. It’s our natural fucking purpose.’
Change was good. Painful, but good. It made you stronger. When you stopped changing, you started dying.
How can you expect to handle the future if you can’t even handle the present?
the Daemon is a remorseless system for building a distributed civilization. A civilization that perpetually regenerates. One with no central authority.
