In Ascension

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A thought travels 120 metres per second, and it isn’t enough. — location: 2679


He would begin a process of simplification through classification and he would negotiate a corridor through it. He was addicted to it, energised by it, metabolising strangeness and novelty, turning the real world into waste material. — location: 2718


The slime-moulds challenged this. They proved formidable intelligence was in the system from the start. — location: 2768


I empathised, to an extent; the horror he registered, at eating something to sustain you that is itself capable of drawing a route towards the nearest star. — location: 2777