Stories of Your Life and Others

by Ted Chiang

For the first time, he knew night for what it was: the shadow of the earth itself, cast against the sky.

And yet any caravan was essentially a journey, a thing that began at one place and ended at another.

The tower might have been a thread suspended in the air, unattached to either earth or to heaven.

However, during one of my forays into number theory, I found a lovely technique for factoring extremely large numbers.

Come on. Seriously