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the frame of the ceiling tile would hold her not inconsiderable weight.
This is where the author shows us she doesnt know how drop ceilings work.
“What’s a Genome?” asked Luciana.
Why would govt scientist not know what a genome is in 2007?
much softer and barely perceptible. He opened his eyes, again with that dual focus, and she was struck suddenly that he wasn’t unfathomable at all. They were both made of the same star stuff. The same primordial fires that had coalesced to form their respective planets had been so close, on a grand cosmic scale.
Holy fan fic batman
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Looking into his eyes was like looking into ten billion years of history, like she could see the particles and rocks and gasses coalesce over eons, until somehow, impossibly, here they both were.
Is she gunna fuck this alien right now?
George Walker Bush announced last night that he will resign as the forty-third president of the United States at noon today.
Like Bush would have ever resigned...
[PEQUOD SUPERORGANISM policy against alien life-forms is predicated entirely upon presupposed incomprehensibility.] [But we/Fremda have been dependent on naturals for nearly forty years.] [Superior/Esperas maintained that we must not communicate with the naturals; they are incomprehensible to us, and communication is deadly to both parties.] [Either Esperas was in error or misspoke deliberately.] [We are communicating with you now.] [Ampersand communicates through YOU, his human interpreter.] [You/naturals are not incomprehensible.] [We/Fremda/humans must communicate, become a part of the
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Why in the world would a crude inter species translator use this kind of vocbulary?
Bush did 9/11
I am left wondering what this time and political setting is adding to the story. I feel like this could be set in an unspecified time nd the story would be unchanged.
“Can you translate its meaning?”
No because music is not a language. It is not objective but subjective to the listener. This is a bad trope, fuck off.
She had never been this deep in the desert before,
We've been deep in the desert in this very book.
The darkness triggered a residual fear from the last time she’d been alone in the desert with him, when at least then the sun had been up.
This makes zero sense... Why would darkness trigger a memory from the daylight?!
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She wrapped her fingers around his palm, looked at him, and whispered, “Please don’t leave.”
What in the fuck....
