I Wouldn't Like To Be A Character

The Truth Is Not Always Useful, Not Always Good. It’s Like Putting Your Faith In Water. Yes, We Need The Rain, But Too Much Can Sweep You Away In A Flood And Drown You. Like All Great Natural, Elemental Forces, The Truth Needs To Be Channeled, Managed, Controlled And Intelligently, Morally Allocated.

It Gripped Her Hand Gently. 'regret Is For Humans,' It Said. She Laughed. 'really?' The Machine Shrugged And Let Go Of Her Hand. 'oh, No. It's Just Something We Tell Ourselves.

All You Ever Were Was A Little Bit Of The Universe, Thinking To Itself. Very Specific; This Bit, Here, Right Now. All The Rest Was Fantasy.

An Outside Context Problem Was The Sort Of Thing Most Civilisations Encountered Just Once, And Which They Tended To Encounter Rather In The Same Way A Sentence Encountered A Full Stop.

"i Think I Know The Real Reason." "which Is?" "alcohol In The Dust Clouds. Goddamn Stuff Is Everywhere. Any Lousy Species Ever Invents The Telescope And The Spectroscope And Starts Looking In Between The Stars, What Do They Find?" He Knocked The Glass On The Table. "loads Of Stuff, But Much Of It Alcohol." He Drank From The Glass. "humanoids Are The Galaxy's Way Of Trying To Get Rid Of All That Alcohol."