Blindsight (Firefall, #1)

by Peter Watts

Theseus was capable of postmortem rebuilds. Barring brain damage.

Not James. A little girl in a woman’s body in an armored space suit, scared out of her wits.

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His glazed eyes focused on distant quasars.

Do you still not see or understand? Are your hearts hardened?(L) 18 Do you have eyes but fail to see, and ears but fail to hear? And don’t you remember? ~ Mark 8:17-18; see also Matt. 13:13; Isaiah 6:9; Jeremiah 5:21; Deuteronomy 29:4

nicotine-scented.

Robert Cunningham.

The wetware that ran those muscles had been press-ganged into other pursuits.

His eyes were naked.

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“I was awake the whole time, far as I know. Just completely in the dark.”

dementia could so easily explain anything we experienced?

I was just riding Mom, and then she was gone and there was no one else, so I had to—take over…”

We were sick, and getting sicker. Predators are drawn to the weak and injured.

“But if there’s anything we’ve learned about that place, it’s that we can’t trust our senses.”

“See something next to the Gang.” Non-vampires saw no such thing.

In some far-off corner, something without eyes watched me watching it.

“Shit,” Bates whispered. “There’s someone home.”

It’s not so much that the bleeding edge lacks social skills; it’s just that once you get past a certain point, formal speech is too damn slow.

Susan James.

I am a conduit. I exist to bridge the gap, and I’d bridge nothing if I only told you what these people

said.

So I am telling you what they meant, and it will mean as much to y...

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besieged now by spring-loaded trapdoors as well as the usual gauntlet of sieverts and magnets and monsters from the id.

The iris that had snapped shut behind the Gang of Four had been a whole different animal.

That was no routine growth event. That thing was set for us. Set by …

Susan James

There was an 82 percent chance that James had become too trusting for Sarasti’s liking.

Question

Barely a molecule of Rorschach’s atmosphere had been lost on our account. That was all about to change.

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Something almost wriggled there, a thousand gray mycelia extruding from the cut surface and writhing slowly into the darkness.

Two weeks after we’d wounded it, Rorschach had begun to heal itself.

If Rorschach doesn't, who - or what- does? Chilling question

Chelsea

Haha, hardly

a whole other person with a whole other set of demands and dislikes.

an element of struggle,

the rhythm of bodies in collision,

Chelsea regarded it as love in its purest form.

I came to think of it as hand-to-hand combat.

Haha

This is just … mutual rape, or something.” “That’s what relationships are.”

“You can be such a reptile sometimes,” she said. Mission accomplished.

Scylla spat us into space almost fifty kilometers short of the new beachhead,

The colossal deformation that had sealed Rorschach’s breach was so much slower, so much more expensive than the dropgate that had trapped the Gang.

Vampire logic. From an obvious premise to an opaque conclusion. Our lives depended on it.

Rorschach’s magnetic field, sculpting the artifact’s very breath into radioactive sleet.

personalities.

Haha

like a virus penetrating a host cell.

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