" The full force of the sun’s rays broke through the tree canopy, and the man squinted up at the sky. “I always assumed Asterions would figure it out when they were ready for the knowledge. When they were ready to take the next step. By my count, you’re a little early.”

“We don’t have the luxury of waiting for the next evolutionary leap to mosey through on its own. To put it bluntly, we are dead in two weeks unless we can find a way to stop the Rasu. Dead. As a species. Do you understand me? Am I getting through to you?”

“Calm yourself, Mr. Ridani. I hear you fine.”

“Good. Then will you come with me? "

― G.S. Jennsen , The Stars Like Gods (Asterion Noir #3; Amaranthe #13)