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)
