Kindle Notes & Highlights
We know that they were. We do not know if they are.
Consider sandpainting drawings as intrapsychic symbols.
Think it. Visualize it. Activate the web by thought alone.
Was anything impossible anymore?
If the web was everywhere, then it stood to reason it could be accessed from any place.
just tiny bits of walking, talking, thinking RAM?
we’re accessing ourselves.
Call it metaorganic parallel processing: human and we...
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Was there a purpose involved, or was it all just garbage?
vast and unconcerned, cosmically indifferent?
Four-legged shapes watched him emerge from the motor home. They had not slept because they did not need sleep.
unblinking canine faces surrounding him,
fishing from the back of a flat-bottomed boat moored to the mucky basement of a cypress tree.
was the best of all possible worlds.
“This delivers a violent electric charge. Enough to kill a real coyote—or disrupt a circumscribed electromagnetic field?”
“That’s a helluva noise for a ‘circumscribed electrical field’ to make.”
“Coyotes,” Ooljee pointed out, “are very unpredictable.” Moody shot him a look. “So is Navaho humor.”
The tasers worked.
When hit with them, the canine shapes vanished in showers of coruscating sparks.
Ooljee had overheard. As Moody rejoined him he said, “You may be more right than you realize. They are yeitsos. Evil beings. They do not even die like coyotes.”
Every screen in the room was brazen with stats that refused to be ignored.
waving her arms wildly like a sandhill crane in the throes of its mating dance.
nacreous
effulgence
red...
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Clouds were gathering overhead, much more rapidly than clo...
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The temperature in the parking lot was not falling: it was fleeing.
their eyes burning like shards of a bad dream.
decussated
The detective had time to note that their attack...
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What really scares me is that he may not know what he is doing.”
the lower level of the facility reminded him of a shuttle just lifting off, of a wave rolling in from Africa, which, finding no beach to break upon, kept crashing and tumbling in upon itself, the very picture of kinetic frustration.
The toroid accelerated heavy particles, not dreams.
All lawbreakers thrive on confusion.
rutilant
twisted and cracked through boiling black clouds, millions of volts with no place to go.
I’m beginning to get some idea of what you meant when you spoke of messing around with incomprehensible forces.”
He could feel himself beginning to lose it, and Vernon Moody, Detective First, TPD, never lost it.
the apocalyptic indifference of it all, was starting to get to him.
Infinitesimally minuscule bytes easily accessed by anyone who knew how to use the web. Garbage files.
longer meant anything. Not when you could access the web and braid yourself a custom Julia pattern here, a Mandlebrot there, and shift yourself into the subdirectory coded Alpha Centauri.
Who punched in the entries up there? God? The aliens? Navaho Holy People with unpronounceable names?
Because if you look at this thing too hard, you lose your focus real quick.
“Try ‘not’ thinking about thinking about that for a while.”
That which grants power can also take it away.
The terrifying, indifferent emptiness of the universe receded a little, bearing some of the fear he felt with it.
“Make you a deal,” the detective said curtly. “I won’t think so much if you won’t wonder so much.”
two men exchanged grim grins.
while the lightning was frequent and heavy enough to extract prayer from confirmed atheists.
slued
