A Psalm for the Wild-Built (Monk & Robot, #1)

by Becky Chambers

boreroot.

Not the boreworms!

The clearing was level and spacious, yet snug—wreathed with trees as though the forest were cupping its hands around it. There was no pavement there, only the brown and green of good, growing things.

I am made of metal and numbers; you are made of water and genes. But we are each something more than that. And we can’t define what that something more is simply by our raw components.