We’re more alike than you realize.
Writing a novel is agony.
To enslave an individual troubles your consciences, Archivist, but to enslave a clone is no more troubling than owning the latest six-wheeler ford, ethically. Because you cannot discern our differences, you assume we have none. But make no mistake: even same-stem fabricants cultured in the same wombtank are as singular as snowflakes.
He saw the rules of life clearly for the first time and they were simple: it was a game where Death was the only winner.
Possibility is limitless.
I know who I am, and I’m being true to myself.
My tears had unexpectedly become real.
I’m a wanted fugitive, and you’re an upstanding bachelor of the year!
And it is strange that absence can feel like presence.
Mai whispers, “Why did she have to leave? When she was there, I knew where I had her; she was safe.