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Not darkness, for that implies an understanding of light. Not silence, for that suggests a familiarity with sound. Not loneliness, for that requires knowledge of others. But still, faintly, so tenuous that if it were any less it wouldn’t exist at all: awareness. Nothing more than that. Just awareness–a vague, ethereal sense of being. Being . . but not becoming. No marking of time, no past or future–only an endless, featureless now, and, just barely there in that boundless moment, inchoate and raw, the dawning of perception . .Robert J. Sawyer
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The sky above the island was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel–which is to say it was a bright, cheery blue.Robert J. Sawyer
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And Wolfram knows about cellular automata?” “Oh, my goodness, yes, ” said Anna. “He wrote a book you could kill a man with–twelve hundred pages–called A New Kind of Science. It’s all about them.” “We should totally ask him what he thinks! ” Caitlin said.Robert J. Sawyer