Children of Ruin (Children of Time, #2)

by Adrian Tchaikovsky

But then, when you’re designing an interface to let molluscs play computer games you probably don’t build in that much security.

And hadn’t the Old Empire invented a whole extra alphabet of symbols to add emotional qualifiers to written text, to fulfil just that need?

Only by accepting the other can it truly find diversion and inspiration; only by allowing the universe to be separate from it can it have the infinite variety it craves.