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480 pages, Paperback
First published November 24, 2022
“What you want,”she says disgustedly, “is a zoo where you can come and look at the exhibits in their natural habitat. But what are you really preserving, then? Nothing except a means to sate your curiosity. You’re not doing it for *them*, at that point. Just for you.”
“She had forgotten, somehow, that the people on Imir were, after all, just people, and that they suffered, and that they died.”
“Because Liff understands, without needing to know why, that looking different isn’t a good thing.”
‘It’s not *life*,” Kern-major tells her. “It was never life. It was just … life fan-fiction’.
‘We all are. The two of us standing here, and you as well. And any human who uploads or gets transferred to a new body. Or any of it. We’re at a point where we can play all sorts of clever games with minds. Store them, and pour them, and shuffle them back and forth, like playing which cup the ball is under. Yet we still remain ourselves, to ourselves. Don’t you find it arbitrary to draw the line of reality there? To say, “You can be real, if there was once a living exemplar of you, even if now you’re a copied and recopile version made of ants and raw data”?’
“They jostle and joke among themselves, and whoop and say in over-loud voices how this’ll show *them*. She know they don’t even know who *they* are. But that’s not important once you’ve decided there’s an *us* and a *them*. Only the fact of the division matters.”
“She is a cultural leech, meaningless without the society she has burrowed into, and because of this she spends her time trying to give back to it. What has more sense of obligation than a parasite, after all?”