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41 " in the bowels of this nameless little world, is a genetic technology that feeds itself, maintains itself, runs itself, efficiently, endlessly, mindlessly. It’s the perfect organic tool. The faction that could use these tireless workers could make itself an industrial titan. "
― Bruce Sterling , Schismatrix Plus
42 " Posthumanism offers fluidity and freedom, and a metaphysic daring enough to think a whole world into life. "
43 " A race without curiosity will never explore every possibility, "
44 " I think I could write another book as surprising as this one, or even as weird as this one; but it would no longer surprise people that I can be surprising. My audience would no longer find it weird to discover that I can be weird. "
45 " My IQ? No. I can’t read,” she said proudly. “But I’m Rep One, the majority whip in the House. And I’m married to Senator One. "
46 " History’s kaleidoscope worked its permutations, its pace ever faster, approaching some unknown crescendo. Patterns changed and warped and flew apart, each chip of light a human life. "
47 " Every Concatenate world faced biological problems as the habitat aged. "
48 " Time had a way of making passion into work. He had what he wanted. He had his dream. He had to live it and breathe it and do its budget. "
49 " It was an ancient machine: a relic of a lunatic era when men first pried open the Pandora crypts of physics. An age when cosmic explosives had spread across the surface of Earth like bleeding scabs across the brain of a paretic. "
50 " Community and anarchy. Politics pulls things together; technology blows them apart. "
51 " You will soon be released into an area that has been ideologically decriminalized, "
52 " The weeds are like sundogs. They thrive on disaster. They move in anywhere systems break down. After this disaster the plants that grow fastest on scorched earth will thrive. . . . ' ¶ 'More weeds,' Vera concluded. "
53 " It’s an old story,” Ryumin said. “Something like that actually happened once; I feel sure of it. But I filed off the serial numbers and made it my own. "
54 " To the truly old, time was as thin as air, a keening and destructive wind that erased their pasts and attacked their memories. "
55 " Tears came to him. He wept quietly, holding nothing back. He mourned mankind, and the blindness of men, who thought that the Kosmos had rules that would shelter them from their own freedom. There were no shelters. There were no final purposes. Futility, and freedom, were Absolute. "
56 " Without bacteria, the soil was a lifeless heap of imported lunar dust. With them, it was a constant mutational hazard. "