“What about the others?” I asked. “You said there are other . . . other beings like the Quiet. Like you.” Other beings. Great intelligences. They are far away, and but for the Interference they have not deigned to notice you us our actions. “But what are they?” They are beyond your comprehension. Powers old as the oldest stars. Creatures defying Science in the purest sense. Defying your capacity to know. “And this . . . Interference is one of them?” It is different. It alone has turned its eyes on you on us. On our actions.
