You mean what did you let yourself in for?
Yeah.
Too late to turn back now.
I know. I'm just not feeling great.
You want bullshit happy mouth noises, or the truth.
Bullshit happy mouth noises.
It's great," Miller said without missing a beat. "It's having a long restful sleep full of interesting, vivid dreams.
A cramp ran through Jim's gut, sharp as a screwdriver. "You're right. That does sound great," he said through clenched teeth. "I really think I'm going to like that.

But in the thousands of systems where life had solved the complex problem of defying entropy, there were only so many shapes. Sometimes weird shit was going to look familiar. An enemy alien was going to look like a tree or a vulva or a bird because there were too many things and not enough room in design space for all of them. ...
Maybe the wars were about that as much as anything. Who got to keep what shapes. Who got to define what they meant.

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