Humans and animals regard each other across a gulf of mutual incomprehension. With aliens, that has to go double.
Redwing had read somewhere that one of his favourite writers, Ernest Hemingway, had been asked what was the best training for a novelist. He had said “an unhappy childhood.” Redwing had enjoyed a fine time growing up, but he wondered if this whol...
A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour.
Remember that people break down, too, not just machinery.
Right. Isn’t that how science works?” Redwing grinned. “If you don’t understand, do an experiment.
A big slice of the strange, a zap to the synaptic net, the shock of unending Otherness moistened with meaning, special stinks, grace notes, blaring daylight that illuminated without instructing. A marathon that addicted. To wake up from cold sleep an...
