Poets are the mad midwives to reality. They see not what is, nor what can be, but what must become.” — Dan Simmons

Sol found their tracts the usual combination of double talk and navel lint-gathering common to most religions.

The lieutenant took his time scanning their visa chips, letting them wait in the drizzle, occasionally making a comment with the idle arrogance common to such nobodies who have just come into a small bit of power.

Yes, our DNA is unique but so is a salamander’s.