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He stared at her, a pirate in coveralls with silvery-black stubble on her head and a knife on her belt, flanked by a runaway slave and a robot scientist.
“Were you serious about not hitting on me?” “I don’t have to be serious about it. I could be sort of … exaggerating my lack of interest … a lot.”
P137
Bug is well known for his opinions about how morphology shapes selfhood.
P237
the Freeculture movement they loved was being murdered in IPC interrogations, in burning Casablanca apartments, in drugs pirated for profit rather than freedom, and probably soon in this smuggler’s tunnel with the ghosts of her lovers.
P279
