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"There are animals with eyes on their genitals, ears on their knees, noses on their limbs, and tongues all over their skin."

Din is even worse at solving mysteries than I am.

It's worse than I thought, lads. There's no white space between the poems. It's just an infinite scroll of poetry.

Okay, lads, going to read some poetry...in ebook...on my phone. 🫠

Ana doing an infodump: the Burav gentryclan was estimated to be the 131st richest in all of the Empire

Me: I refuse to believe this place has Forbes

Content note for live bugs as topical medical treatment.

Robert Jackson Bennett once again inventing a new type of guy.

"I returned to the closet and opened the door. Ana grinned up at me like a ghoul emerging from a tomb."

Ana's really getting on my nerves.

This has sound effects!!

I'm calling it, friends. Time of DNF 2:59 PM. Cause: Too many sentences like this:

"Every instinct in me screamed that it was bad and I had to avoid it at all costs."

"which meant the river had carried me downstream."

in what other direction might a river carry you

This book and I are not off to a promising start.

"The feeling of wrongness was overwhelming."

Terminator shout-out: "The image of the end of the world was a mechanical foot stomping on a human skull."

"In Poland, a revolutionary movement had seized Wroclaw."

Uh, you spelled Wrocław wrong.

Authoritarian president, runaway AI, constant surveillance, state violence...I read fiction to escape the real world.

You didn’t need to copy Krotov’s mind. It copied itself. Krotov was fungal. He spread underground, attaching himself to the country’s root systems, trading information for nutrients. Krotov’s mind wasn’t in his skull: it was diffused in the soil. This thing in front of Nikolai called “Krotov” was nothing but a poisonous mushroom pushed up from the forest floor, born of the mycelium of violence woven through the dirt.

"The mandatory feedscreen muttered away, reduced to its lowest legal volume. Onscreen the President shook hands in a white and gold room. On the wall behind him was his portrait. His icon rotated in the corner of the screen."

I don't know if I'll be physically able to read this book.

I'm on the chapter about climate change now and slowing down as I can only read one section of that per day.

Yep, Portland.

Casey bit his lip. “Would it be weird, though? For a dude to give cookies to another dude.”

“What sort of sad life do you live where you can’t accept cookies from men?” Aisha asked him scornfully.

Laurelhurst, Blue Star...*narrows eyes* is this set in Portland?

"Meanwhile, Line 3 protesters also faced escalated charges; two were charged with 'attempted assisted suicide' for entering a pipeline to halt construction."

I'm sorry, what?

This section of the book is like if Murderbot brought Nana, its wife's wife, and their kid to Libertarian Disneyland, and there were people trying to kill them while they visited the gift shop and got snacks on their way out to the parking lot.

ART-drone said, "I wouldn't recommend it. I lack a sense of proportional response. I don't advise engaging with me on any level."

On ART prompting Murderbot to admit it's upset: "I was supposed to 'check in regularly with my emotions,' which I pretended was a thing I had any intention of doing.'

Just wait until the next book, Murderbot.

Weeping with how little I care about all these hatches and hangars.

"ART-drone shared ART-prime's hit-them-before-they-know-they're-in-a-fight attitude toward hostile overtures."