Dead Astronauts (Borne, #2)

by Jeff Vandermeer

A creator who no longer remembered the creation: Wasn’t that one definition of a god?

Human is a stronghold that hides a weakness.

Turned me half into equation, one that could adapt to destination. “All flesh is quantum.” One torturer to another, conversing over the half corpse.

And a soul is just a delusion that lives in the body. No delusion survives death. Death is more honest than that.