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October 17 - October 29, 2021
A con man called Gander had once taught him that there were only three bets. Sometimes, you play the cards. Sometimes, you play the player. Sometimes, you just throw the dice.
“Should I be outside?” Stills added. “Depends on your philosophy of life.” “I follow the Way of the Mongrel.” “In that case, stay close. If this goes south, you’ll want to stab me with a shard of glass or something, right?” “You get me for once.”
And for the record, half the lies I tell are the truth.”
“That’s not random,” Cassandra said. “No.” Cassandra had a brief urge to recalculate the p-value to verify the non-randomness, but Iekanjika wouldn’t care and Bel would already have calculated it.
Taste was evolution’s first sense, a way for bacteria to touch one molecule to another to decide in a binary way if something was food or poison. Taste was the scaffolding for the development of smell, which gave life chemical information from distant places. Sensitivity to vibrations developed into touch and hearing, to give fragile organisms more information about the world beyond their own membranes, and rudimentary understandings of direction and distance. Electromagnetic sensitivity, from infrared to ultraviolet to variants of electrical and magnetic sensitivity, gave organisms senses to
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“I honest as fuck can’t understand how you ever lasted in the Congregate Navy.” “To be fair, I wasn’t very good.” “Weren’t you a sergeant?” “Until I made corporal. And then private. I feel my career plateaued when they put me in jail.”
The time gates were a cathedral for the Homo quantus. The Expeditionary Force had found an ancient device of incalculable epistemological value, and they’d used it for military science. It seemed a shame to him, but he’d never lived as a citizen of a client nation. They’d forsaken knowledge for freedom. Perhaps it was the opposite with him.
