Rabbits (Rabbits, #1)

by Terry Miles

Some true stories are easier to accept if you can convince yourself that at least part of them are fictional.

No matter what we’re doing—sitting still on our couches or lying in our beds—every single one of us is moving through the universe at somewhere around 1.3 million miles per hour. We have no idea just how terrifyingly exposed we are—tiny things on a tiny world stuck inside a relatively small galaxy whipping through deep space at an alarming rate of speed. Anything apocalyptic could happen at any time.

Every once in a while I’d get somebody like this, a YouTube comment section complaint in human form, whose only reason for coming was to stir shit up.

“Everything has to do with everything,” he said. “That’s the thing you can never forget. That’s the thing behind the thing.”

I’m paraphrasing here—the first working quantum machine will never be announced, because whoever gets it will become the master of the universe.”