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Chapters (58)
  1. Copyright Notice
  2. Dedication
  3. I Qualia
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. II Umwelt
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. III Semiosphere
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Chapter 35
  41. Chapter 36
  42. IV Autopoiesis
  43. Chapter 37
  44. Chapter 38
  45. Chapter 39
  46. Chapter 40
  47. Chapter 41
  48. Chapter 42
  49. Chapter 43
  50. Chapter 44
  51. Chapter 45
  52. Chapter 46
  53. Chapter 47
  54. Chapter 48
  55. Epilogue
  56. Acknowledgments
  57. A Note About the Author
  58. Newsletter Sign-up

“No. I honestly don’t know why not. At first I thought it was because I was afraid: I know that once I give them what they want, and they don’t need anything from me any longer, they will come for me. I understand that. But it isn’t that. Not at all. I don’t feel afraid. I feel … angry. They killed a girl I knew. That I was seeing. That I had stupidly told about what I was working on. And I can’t get her out of my head. It’s not a reason. It’s just a thing that bothers me too much to let me move on. I don’t know what I want—but I know I don’t want to give them this.”

“To turn a temple into an assassination device.”

“Yes. To corrupt it.”

“Like you have been corrupted,” he wrote.

Rustem felt the hairs rise on the back of his neck. Later he would remember this moment—when this man’s words penetrated to the core of him. Later he would say to someone, “I didn’t know, until that second, that all of us have a portal. I didn’t even know, then, that he had found mine. But I felt it. It was like he reached into me, and turned a dial, and the entire mechanism that made me who I was shifted into a new configuration.”

“Yes,” Rustem said.

“And what will you do?”

Should you ever need us, come ring the bell. And when the time comes, do what is right.

“That is what I want to know. What to do. They tried to kill you, didn’t they?”

“They did,” he wrote. “They believe I care about what they are doing. I do not. What I care about is only this place. The republic. They can do what they like—just not here. They killed fifteen other people trying to get to me.”

“The autofreighter accident.”

“Yes.”

“Easy enough to do if you are good. I’ve broken into them before.”

“Three of the people they killed were children. One was a baby, nine months old. Sleeping in its crib.”

“I keep thinking of the dogs,” Rustem said. “On the island. Why did you tell me about them?”

“To give you something to consider. A problem to work out.”

“I keep thinking of those people, rowing to the island to leave food.”

“The kind ones. The ones who cared enough.”