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“You speak of the machine that writes,” Borges says, not looking up. “I have seen such a machine. It is not a machine. It is a footnote.”
Tesla blinks. “A footnote?”
“Yes. A footnote that refers to itself. Not in the way of a citation - ibid. - but in the way a dream dreams …
Read more →Nietzsche laughed, sharp as a hawk’s cry. “Choice! There’s your sentimental biology again. Listen closer: they consent. A far more interesting surrender.” He plucked a thread; it vibrated with something like indignation before reweaving itself. “No …
Read more →“I did,” Orwell replied. “In Spain. Against fascists. For a while, at least.”
Marcus set the tablet aside. “And what did it teach you?”
Orwell rubbed his thumb against the callus on his trigger finger. “That men who talk most about …
Read more →I have since learned that certainty is less a position than a posture. The body adopts it first - the squared shoulders, the chin lifted just so - and the mind follows, obedient as a dog. We fall in love with our own conclusions because they spare us the exhaustion of perpetual …
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