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emily
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‘—she ripped out her broken leg—adjusting to the prosthesis—tried to imitate—high-pitched barks—Thank you, my friend—Wherever you go, you belong—in unison in the ancient language—crossing of boundaries to translate the potential into the possible, & thence into the real—a portal between worlds, between segments of life, the held breath that promises everything. I see me. I see us—into the unknown—shared pasts bloom—’
— Jul 31, 2026 12:18PM
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emily
is on page 198 of 379
‘Now we have met, we have look’d—we are not so much separated. Survive and never be anything (but yourself)—Promise me that. Strange, how being so near—beginning or end of life reduces us all to the same state—world was ending—oldizens who had the most power sought a way to survive—& left the rest of the people—oldizens asked machines—to design a way to allow—only them, to continue to enjoy—luxuries of the—old ways.’
— Aug 10, 2026 06:36PM
emily
is on page 126 of 379
‘We designed the system that way—& that makes them open to manipulation—Do I believe the machine? Is she more me than I am? Each of us wears masks—Maybe there’s nothing to this ‘self’ we prize so much except the totality of this collection of masks. Or maybe there is—beneath the layers—a beating heart—raw—yearning—hungering to know where we come from & whither we go—a deeper, inarticulate soul—faintly, like tremors—’
— Aug 07, 2026 05:44PM
emily
is on page 99 of 379
‘‘I’m a witch—not a goddess.’ There was a time, when—I thought I would stand up for the human—There’s always uncertainty—humans—aren’t binary—‘These things—designed to be disposable—throwaway culture applied to machine brains—no choice but to buy new—No more repairs, only replacement.’ This is why we’re surrounded—ghosts of our own arrogance & callousness—haunt us—A feral bot—of silicon wisdom? Don’t we deserve it?’
— Aug 02, 2026 05:25PM
emily
is on page 72 of 379
‘‘They carry their burrow with them—not tied to one place; they have no roots.' The thought—terrifying—freeing—makes me happy—‘Be careful—Wherever you go, if you look up at the moon, I’ll be looking at it, too.’ She touches her pedipalps to mine—& disappears—Maybe even the stars will be different where she goes. But I hope she’ll—see Orion in winter, when she wakes—& I hope she’ll wave her pincers at him defiantly.’
— Aug 01, 2026 06:02PM
emily
is on page 66 of 379
‘—fragrance of flowers that bloom for a day in the aftermath of summer rain in the desert—There’s a price to be paid for being eccentric, for yearning after that which others do not value—The older I get, the more I seem to live in the past. ‘Most of hunting is waiting—That is why Orion doesn’t appear—except in winter—Patience, stillness, and darkness are your greatest allies.’ The human stops in front of the fire—’
— Aug 01, 2026 04:35PM
emily
is on page 18 of 379
‘—invisible, forgotten—In that held breath are ghosts of thousands of bodies on their way elsewhere, the echo of millions of minds—The lots may be where the GPS guidance begins and ends, but they’re never the true origins or destinations—Cuboid, dark, sleek three-inch-tall echoes—Everything about them was designed to serve a human purpose—solar power efficiency—self-repairs—almost cute—the humans—blithely kick them—’
— Jul 30, 2026 10:48AM
emily
is on page 2 of 379
‘—like a molting moth spreading its wings—The deep yearning for understanding—the near impossibility of communication permeates this collection—across different kinds of boundaries—between divergent timescales, between the past and present—between our divided selves—to convey the unspeakable—on a shared journey—‘I want to see what you see, to feel what you feel.’ There is no other transcendence worth striving for.’
— Jul 21, 2026 04:39AM