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Our Bodies Are The Time Machine.

The Hard Fact Is That Not Everyone Does Get Published.

All Living Things Are Gnarly, In That They Inevitably Do Things That Are Much More Complex Than One Might Have Expected.

For Me, The Best Thing About Cyberpunk Is That It Taught Me How To Enjoy Shopping Malls, Which Used To Terrify Me. Now I Just Pretend That The Whole Thing Is Two Miles Below The Moon’s Surface, And That Half The People’s Right-brains Have Been Eaten By Roboticized Steel Rats. And Suddenly It’s Interesting Again.

What Is The Shape Of Space? Is It Flat, Or Is It Bent? Is It Nicely Laid Out, Or Is It Warped And Shrunken? Is It Finite, Or Is It Infinite? Which Of The Following Does Space Resemble More: (a) A Sheet Of Paper, (b) An Endless Desert, (c) A Soap Bubble, (d) A Doughnut, (e) An Escher Drawing, (f) An Ice Cream Cone, (g) The Branches Of A Tree, Or (h) A Human Body?