Valië Débora

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They are not persons. They think language. But they react as if they were persons. A single pattern, repeated: but only in how they fly their starflyers, their understanding of vector and thrust. In all other ways they are not persons, they do not hear the singing of we, they are sustenance and skill alone. Save for that pattern. Save for piloting.
A Desolation Called Peace (Teixcalaan, #2)
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