Once Evolution Gets A Good Basic Design,

In Twentieth-century Old Earth, A Fast Food Chain Took Dead Cow Meat, Fried It In Grease, Added Carcinogens, Wrapped It In Petroleum-based Foam, And Sold Nine Hundred Billion Units. Human Beings. Go Figure.

Books ... Were Merely Nodes In A Near-infinite Matrix Of Information That Exists In Four Dimensions, Evolving Toward The Idea Of The Concept Of The Approximation Of The Shadow Of Truth Vertically Through Time As Well As Longitudinally Through Knowledge.

War Must Never Be A Condition But, Rather, A Temporary Scourge Which We Suffer As A Child Does A Fever, Knowing That Health Follows The Long Night Of Pain And That Peace Is Health.

Want To Talk About Shakespeare's Sonnets?" Asked Orphu Of Io. Are You Shitting Me?" The Moravecs Loved The Ancient Human Colloquial Phrases, The More Scatological The Better. Yes," Said Orphu. "i Am Most Definitely Shitting You, My Friend.

Life Doesn't Retreat.