Gabriel Mather

“He leaned forward, his voice softening. “I get that representation, identity, and history are important, but when you hold on too tightly to something, any fault becomes a fault line, the very thing the world will use to bring you down.” He paused, his gaze shifting between Regina and me. “Whatever happens in this archaeological battle of sexes, the fact remains that the world is unfair, and I give you my word that history, whatever it may be, won’t stop me from being your ally and trying to fix, not the past we can’t control, but the present.”
― Amalia Rose, Decoded

“Then, I saw it—a golden calf exposed as a false idol by two variants of the same goddess-forsaken curse. A bull burned in a fire, ground to powder, and scattered on the sea as she watched with her knees sunk in the blood-stained sand of the seashore.”
― Amalia Rose, Decoded

“Bastian shrank back, overwhelmed and unmoored, his earlier bravado depleted by the relentless onslaught of weirdness. “Hang on just one godforsaken minute,” he protested weakly. “You’re seriously asking me to trippy science my way into some kind of Minoan mind-meld? On the say-so of a rogue AI with delusions of godhood?”
― Amalia Rose, Decoded

“Around him, the universe disintegrated with every clap, every drumbeat, every word spoken by Nate. Pixelated patches emerged around them, distorting plants, clouds, and faces. The random scattered black and gray pixels scarred space and time. In some places, people moved in slow motion, while in others, time rushed to disclose the future. All together, there and everywhere, the Plurizien pulled apart reality’s fabric, running interference on bits and bytes of information.
“Qubits, my heart,” Sibyl said, correcting his thoughts. “Millions of qubits.”
― Alexandra Almeida, Unanimity