Quite a lot of heavily conflicted characters.
Culture - do you love your own or do you readily embrace the strange one? Be it Ancient China or a mesh of space genetics...
This actually could be on par with Bradbury if only the weaker essays were taken out: the politics-based one, the VR one, the algorithmic bullying one... Seriously, it's all so very childish.
Excellent stories:
The 'Ghost Days', a story about Ona, the half-alien girl, about bubis and else. A lot of else.
'The Reborn' - wowser. Unique concept, I'd say. What are our memories, anyway? How does history work? What would aliens have to say about it? Lovely...
The 'Maxwell's Demon' was, how to put it? Poignant but horrible. How do you put immigrants from a whole nation into camps and then just shrug it off? Yep, Japanese camps - this was not a fair treatment, was it?
Ghosts in the machine. The digerati. A bit overboard, wasn't it? The Singularity.
The Hidden Girl - a bit too cartoonish but then again, why not? Just like some of the Ancient Chinese legends.
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“We study classical languages to acquire the habits of mind of the ancients,” Ms. Coron said. “You must know where you came from.” (c)
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You’ll never see the beautiful floating islands of Tai-Winn or the glorious skyways of Pele, the elegant city-trees of Pollen, or the busy data warrens of Tiron... (c)
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“The past... thus accumulating bit by bit through recursion, becomes the future.” (c)
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“See how the universe is straightforward, but to understand it with the intellect, to turn it into language, requires a twist, a sharp turn? Between the World and the Word, there lies an extra curve. When you look at these characters, you’re convening with the history of these artifacts, with the minds of our ancestors from thousands of years ago. That is the deep wisdom of our people, and no Latin letters will ever get at our truth as deeply as our characters.”
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Which is authentic? he thought. The World or the Word? The truth or understanding? (c)
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“You can’t control what others think... But you can always decide for yourself if you belong.” (c)
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Family is a story that is told to you, but the story that matters the most you must tell yourself. (c)
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Remember us, you who treasure the old. (c)
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Sometimes understanding comes to you not through thought, but through this throbbing of the heart, this tenderness in the chest that hurts. (c)
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She would show them how she now understood that digging into the past was an act of comprehension, an act of making sense of the universe. (c)
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I will swear unqualified allegiance to my country when my country frees me and my family. (c)
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“I have to renounce America to prove that I’m a patriot. You don’t see how stupid this is?” (c)
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I remember being Reborn. It felt the way I imagine a fish feels as it’s being thrown back into the sea. (c)
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She did not believe in conspiracies. She was counting on the angels of human nature. (c)
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A consensus of feelings had replaced the consensus of facts. (c)
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Too bad it’s hard to make the unglamorous but necessary work of truly understanding a complex situation compelling... (c)
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“But we were wrong. The brain is holonomic. Each part of the mind, like points in a hologram, encodes some information about the whole image. We were arrogant to think that we could isolate the personality away from the technical know-how.” (c)
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She could see patterns in the news, insights that eluded those who saw the data but had no understanding. (c)
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We’ve created gods, she thought, and the gods will not be chained. (c)
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The Pope denounced the “Digital Adam”; the digerati celebrated; and everyone else struggled to make sense of the new world. (c)
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“A real artist will do whatever it takes to make a great vision come true... even if it’s just sitting still in a dark room.” (c)
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Mom is an Ancient, from before the Singularity. There are only a few hundred million of them in the whole universe. (c)
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The pure beauty of mathematics and the landscapes of the imagination are very lovely, but they are not real. Something has been lost to humanity since we gained this immortal command over an imagined existence. We have turned inward and become complacent. We’ve forgotten the stars and the worlds out there. (c)
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I would have thought that a world with only three dimensions would be flat and uninteresting. But it’s not true. The colors are more vibrant than any I’ve ever seen, and the world has a random beauty that I could not have imagined. (c)
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No one ever talks about engineering now. Building with physical atoms is inefficient, inflexible, limited, and consumes so much energy. I’ve been taught that engineering is an art of the dark ages, before people knew any better. Bits and qubits are far more civilized, and give our imaginations free rein. (c)
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Cloud-born, cloud-borne, she was a mystery. (c)
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But there were also segments of Mist that puzzled her: the way she seemed to possess so many heuristics for trends in the stock market; the way her thoughts seemed attuned to the subtleties of patents; the way the shapes of her decision algorithms seemed adapted for the methods of warfare. (c)
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Life is about embodiment... (c)
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“The world has become too fragile for us to count on people, and so our only choice is to make it even more fragile.” (с)
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“I am a child of the ether... I do not yearn for something that I never had.” (c)
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... she had experienced more of the world than Maddie had ever experienced. She could, at will, peek through billions of cameras, listen through billions of microphones, sense the speed of the wind atop Mount Washington and at the same time feel the heat of the lava spilling out of Kilauea. She had known what it was like to gaze down at the world from the International Space Station and what it was like to suffer the stress of kilometers of water pressing down upon a deep-sea submersible’s shell. She was, in a way, far older than Maddie. (c)
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“Call a woman a financial engineer or a man an agricultural systems analyst, and the world thinks they know something about them,” she wrote. “But what does the job a person has been channeled into have to do with who they are?” (с)
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A few days after she became the youngest chief managing director for JPMCS, on Solar Epoch 22385200, she handed in her resignation, divorced her husbands and wives, liquidated all her assets, placed the bulk of the proceeds into trusts for her children, and then departed for the Old Blue on a one-way ticket. (c)
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The stars are invisible from the metal cocoons floating in the heavy atmosphere of Venus; nor do we pay much attention to them from the pressurized domes on Mars. On Earth, the denizens of the climate-controlled cities in habitable zones are preoccupied with scintillating screens and XP implants, the glow of meandering conversation, brightening reputation accounts, and the fading trails left by falling credit scores. They do not look up.
One night, as I lay in the habitat drifting over the balmy subtropical Pacific, the stars spun over my face in their habitual course, a million diamantine points of crisp, mathematical light. I realized, with a startled understanding reminiscent of the clarity of childhood, that the face of the heavens was a collage. (c)
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We do not look.
We do not see.
We travel millions of miles to seek out fresh vistas without even once having glimpsed inside our skulls, a landscape surely as alien and as wondrous as anything the universe has to offer. ...
Only in solitude it is possible to live as self-contained as a star. (c)
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“Who are we to warm a planet for a dream and to cool it for nostalgia?” (c)
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We live in a time of chaos, and the only moral choice is to be amoral. (c)
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“There’s a greater promise we all must live by: to do what our heart tells us is right.” (c)
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The hidden space has its own structure, made from dangling thin strands that glow faintly with an inner light. (c)
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She has always been the best at vine fighting and cloud dancing. She glides and swings as gracefully as an immortal of the heavenly court. (c)
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There’s a glow in her eyes. This is her favorite subject, pitching her mad scientist answer. (c)
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I had once thought the Singularity would solve all our problems. Turns out it’s just a simple hack for a complicated problem. We do not share the same histories; we do not all want the same things. (c)
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What follows are aerial shots of worlds both familiar and strange: the Earth, with its temperate climate carefully regulated to sustain the late Holocene; Venus, whose orbit has been adjusted by repeated gravitational slingshots with asteroids and terraformed to become a lush, warm replica of Earth during the Jurassic; and Mars, whose surface has been pelted with redirected Oort cloud objects and warmed by solar reflectors from space until the climate is a good approximation of the dry, cold conditions of the last glaciation on Earth.
Dinosaurs now roam the jungles of Aphrodite Terra, and mammoths forage over the tundra of Vastitas Borealis. Genetic reconstructions have been pushed back to the limit of the powerful data centers on Earth. (c)
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Isn’t it the duty of every intelligent species to rescue all life, even from the dark abyss of time? There is always a technical solution. (c)
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Thin, circular plates a hundred kilometers in diameter are arranged in a lattice of longitudinal rings around the star until it is completely surrounded. The plates do not orbit the star; rather, they are statites, positioned so that the pressure from the sun’s high-energy radiation counteracts the pull of gravity.
On the inner surface of this Dyson swarm, trillions of robots have etched channels and gates into the substrate, creating the most massive circuits in the history of the human race.
As the plates absorb the energy from the sun, it is transformed into electric pulses that emerge from cells, flow through canals, commingle in streams, until they gather into lakes and oceans that undulate through a quintillion variations that form the shape of thought.
The backs of the plates glow darkly, like embers after a fierce flame. The lower-energy photons leap outward into space, somewhat drained after powering a civilization. But before they can escape into the endless abyss of space, they strike another set of plates designed to absorb energy from radiation at this dimmer frequency. And once again, the process for thought-creation repeats itself. (c)
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... I always feel that there is a message that the people I study want to pass on. Whatever I discover will be the last testament and whisper of the people of Pi Baeo. In studying them, I become connected to them, and in passing on their message, the human race is no longer so alone. (c)
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I’d rather he buy that shuttle, and we’ll wander the stars together, weighed down by nothing. (c)
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A man wants to leave behind his name, and a civilization wants to leave behind its stories. I’m the only thing standing between them and oblivion. (c)