What’s the point of history, if it has nothing to say to the present? - Justina Robson

“So, you’re saying you have no idea what this stuff is.” At last, something that sounded plausible.

You could try and breed territoriality out of the bone, but like a bad fairy it popped up again and again in all sorts of guises and from all kinds of DNA. As long as there was plenty, then everyone was happy to pay culture its due, but as soon as there was trouble—bang, out came the demonization memes and, lo and behold, they were back to the Dark Ages faster than you could say “mattock.”

Delirium, dream, death—Three-D. What was the fourth?