I suppose the pursuit of fashion has always carried a price, monetary or otherwise. - Robert Charles Wilson

His fertility cycles meant little to him. In his lifetime, he knew, he might make only one or two real contributions to the City’s genetic continuity, his viral gametes combining with others in the bodies of the night feeders to become morphologically active. It was abstractly pleasing, though, to realize he had cast his own essence into the ocean of probability, where it might come floating back unknown to him, as a fresh citizen with new and unique ideas and odors.

“You think Wexler is lying?”
“I think he’s fallible,” Byron had replied.

Ris, it can’t tell the truth—it can’t distinguish between truth and lies. You know that. It uses words to manipulate people.