In memory of my sister, a nonsmoker who died young of lung
cancer, and to a friend who mentioned, after her father's
accident, 'I hate it, death. Everything's over, you just stop.
It's as if you never lived.'
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"With enough chips, everything's going to be aware of us:
the door knobs, the stove, probably the chairs at the coffee shop..."
—A friend complaining in 2012 about excesses of the cyber age
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"Settlements away from Earth: I'm not sure the human race
has the right to propagate itself that far. We might not
deserve to go on."
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Something happened on a low,
rounded rock in a galaxy that tows
and pushes in the Local Group—-something
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To myself, wondering whether it wouldn't be better to avoid
more sibling encounters—-just stop this sorry history, these
cross-purposes, this acrimony
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