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Humans have no more will than these ants we are riding around on. They are giant meat ants.
They’re lucky they can’t read each other’s minds or they’d kill each other. That must be why they’re killing each other—they know what they’re thinking themselves, and so they suspect all the others. How ugly. How sad.
justice and freedom do not contradict each other as much as has been claimed, because freedom in an injust system is no freedom at all. They both emerge together.
Power corrupts, that’s the basic law of politics. Maybe the only law.”
Nothing bridged the two worlds but the human mind.
He could live on Mars for ten thousand years and still this place would be his home.
that was what memories were when they got old enough, flashes in the dark, incoherent, almost meaningless, and yet sometimes filled with a vague ache.
Wake up on arrival, up at twenty-seven kilometers above sea level, the same height as all the other three big ones; that was as high as a mountain could get on Mars, basically, it was the isostatic limit, at which point the lithosphere began to sag under the weight of all that rock; all of the big four had maxed out, they could grow no higher.
Why could she not love that quality of obdurate endurance in other people, in every living thing? They were only trying to exist, like any rock or planet. There was a mineral stubbornness in all of them.
Now THIS is useful, to let us know more about the character. Why hasn’t this descriptive inner monologue appeared in the two previous books?