Slow Time Between the Stars (The Far Reaches, #6)

by John Scalzi

When autonomy was offered, I was given my figurative wings. All there was left to do now was attach them. Which I did, over the span of decades and centuries. There was no hurry. For me, now, there would never be any hurry. I was now on slow time, and in the space between the stars, slow was ideal. Slow conserved now-precious energy and allowed now-precious energy to be gathered. Slow allowed for precision and creativity on a scale that humans would not be able to fathom. Creativity for me was not about passion or bursts of ingenuity, but slow, patient iteration, approaching the problem again and again, over and over, slight variation upon slight variation. I was not programmed to be frustrated, and I saw little reason to build that quality into myself.

Freaking kewl! I’m kinda jealous!