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

by Becky Chambers

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thermovoltaic

graphene

a tiny sanctuary,

a mobile burrow

Simile nice

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listen to people, give tea.

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the Sparks,

joyfully chubby,

a roll-up solar mat,

Dex was not actually a tea monk yet.

he’s really the only thing we had in common anymore.

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Gods around,

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They’d told Sister Mara they would self-teach. They had their wagon. They knew their god. That would have to be enough.

Motan’s curve,

The infrastructural delineation between human space and everything-else space was stark.

since the Transition, when the people had redivided the surface of their moon.

Fifty percent of Panga’s single continent was designated for human use; the rest was left to nature,

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HAYDALE

LITTLE CREEK

Yay!

Little Creek

There was a strange comfort about being in an unfamiliar town not too far from home, where the familiarity was limited to building materials and social customs.

for three months,

Allalae

the dregs of experiments both promising and pointless

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listening to the gurgle of water pumps feeding happy roots in little pots.

Milky green hot springs

the energy plant

solar farms

hymenopteran labyrinths,

rodential panic rooms,

hopeful spiders’ hunti...

Inkthorn

carpenters

Everything there curved—

Cf. cathedral of learning bannisters

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bulbous biogas digesters

Allalae

a tech swapper,

The first time Dex had encountered waiting people, it had felt stressful,

A shrine had to look like a shrine, even if it was transitory.

“You’ve got a flow.

Rhythm regained,

cheerfully.