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An invisible line in space, unmarked by anything more than what people believed about it. And that was enough.

All the food chemists in the system will never do better than evolution at making a decent tea leaf.

The sad fact of the human species that High Consul Duarte understood so well was that you could never overcome tribalism and jingoism with an argument. Tribalism was an irrational position, and it was impossible to defeat an irrational position with a rational argument.

It was always dangerous when the universe fell down in a pattern where the thing you wanted and the wise path were the same.

Her shoulders were tight. She felt like they were in the moment between throwing dice and seeing what numbers had come up. The gambler’s high. She didn’t like how much she liked it.

Nothing degraded morale like the sense that the potential for excellence was being denied.

The universe was tricky, and its sense of humor came with teeth.

Time healed all wounds, but it didn’t erase the scars so much as decorate them.

Bobbie felt the pressure of time slipping away like she was watching a door close, with her on the wrong side of it.

Put a dozen people in front of their cameras, and you’d wind up with thirteen opinions.

Insects buzzed about, still the best-designed pollinating system there was. Technology did a lot of things well, but evolution had it beat when it came to environmental systems.

Still. She had hoped. It never hurt to hope, except when it did.