Time was a flickering gray fire constantly consuming all things, so that what appeared to be motion was actually the oxidation and reduction of possi… - Michael Swanwick

Incolore sighed. “The loyalty of the systematically betrayed. Is there anything sadder?”

She had gone rafting down the Eden. She had faced down the largest animals ever to walk the Earth. She had tended to a dying woman in her final days and nursed an ailing man back to health. She had known tears and laughter, toil, love, sweat, and danger.
These were the primal satisfactions, the things that made life matter. What did Washington, D.C., in the twenty-first century have to offer that could compare with them?

You don’t hide information by destroying it. You hide it by swamping it with bad information.