I Looked At Her, And She Was

There Is A Power In Names. Olakunde Told Us Of Ashe-the Power Which Runs Through All Things, Subtle And Flexible, Which Find Its Most Potent Expression In Human Utterance; So That It Is A Terrible Thing To Call Down Imprecations On An Enemy, Or To Wish For Anything But Good, For What Is Said Out Loud Is Forged Into Truth.

I Don't Know When They First Had Feeds. Like Maybe, Fifty Or A Hundred Years Ago. Before That, They Had To Use Their Hands And Their Eyes. Computers Were All Outside The Body. They Carried Them Around Outside Of Them, In Their Hands, Like If You Carried Your Lungs In A Briefcase And Opened It To Breathe.

...they Told Me Of Color, That It Was An Illusion Of The Eye, An Event In The Perceiver's Mind, Not In The Object; They Told Me That Color Had No Reality; Indeed, They Told Me That Color Did Not Inhere In A Physical Body Any More Than Pain Was In A Needle. And Then They Imprisoned Me In Darkness; And Though There Was No Color There, I Still Was Black, And They Still Were White; And For That, They Bound And Gagged Me.

…it’s Like A Spiral: They Keep Making Everything More Basic So It Will Appeal To Everyone. And Gradually, Everyone Gets Used To Everything Being Basic, So We Get Less And Less Varied As People, More Simple. So The Corps Make Everything Even Simpler. And It Goes On And On.

Why Not Write A Book Which Is As Sophisticated As A Book For An Adult, But Is About The Concerns That Teenagers Actually Have?