Eyes of the Void (The Final Architecture, #2)

by Adrian Tchaikovsky

“Like it better than going to some dumbass alien clam bake,”

They’re just sitting around in the dirt like butt-naked mushrooms. Okay, so the human cultists were dull as shit too, but at least they had fancy clothes.”

Yes, the universe was built on a certain common logic that could be expressed by numbers, but those numbers themselves were an arbitrary construct that was culturally specific.

Or was the prawn the religious one and you’re just nodding along? Or maybe it’s an atheist prawn and all your praying annoys the crap out of it. What, I mean basically, the fuck, is what I’m asking? You know, before we die, just satisfy my curiosity.”