The loaf had a face. It was an illusion, of course. Jesus Christ in an English muffin. It’s called pareidolia. Humans see faces in everything. Even s… - Robin Sloan

Veniamo alla luce e stringiamo alleanze e conquistiamo imperi e moriamo, tutto in un solo battito di ciglia. O forse in un unico, breve ciclo di un gigantesco processore, chissà dove.

Immortality in a book-lined catacomb down beneath the surface of the earth, or death up here, with all this? I'll take death and a kebab.

"How was New York?' Ashley asks politely.
I'm not sure how to respond. Something like: Well, the mustachioed master of the secret library is going to be pissed that I copied the entirety of his ancient codebook and delivered it to Google, but at least I got to stay at a nice hotel?
Instead I say, "New York was good.