The words came from the pillow on the floor. Scaramouche had neither blankets nor a cot, presumably to keep her from creating some sort of evil mattress-based superweapon. “She asked me to tell you that you were almost out of time.” “How did she know?” Socialization was ke...
Needless to say, “delusions” are always officially defined. We don’t have to worry about questions of real or unreal. They only talk out of expediency. It’s the system that matters. How the data arrange themselves inside it. Some are consistent, others fall apart.Thomas Pynchon: Gravity’s Rainbow...
No questions asked. But this time I had to ask. Carvajal was pushing me toward a step that I couldn’t take without some sort of explanation. “You promised not to ask,” he said sulkily. “Nevertheless. Give me a clue or the deal’s off.” “Do you mean that?” “I do.” He tried to stare me down. But tho...