Shall Machines Divide the Earth (Machine Mandate, #3)

by Benjanun Sriduangkaew

It makes me think of militaries. The last chance at redemption or upward mobility, the naked exploitation of those with nothing left to lose.

“There isn’t a lot of difference between the military and public safety.” Both being state-sanctioned agents of ruin, frequently indiscriminate and occasionally interchangeable. Institutions of violence differ only in budget and uniforms.

a hero born of woman and divine flame.”

Passion is a form of bondage: I’ve always known that. To offer up your heart—or at least your libido—to a lover is to lose a piece of yourself, to take a piece of theirs and assimilate it into your own system. An exchange that pierces deep, that plants the seed for a flowering metamorphosis. The love may end. You will emerge from its chrysalis altered all the same.

to be eternal and permanently in mourning.