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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

“I hope that’s what it means, anyway. Or, Welcome. I hoped it would be something that communicates invitation, or a lack of fear. The reverse, I hoped, of Get out. I took a guess.”

“And it worked,” Evrim said.

“Yes. In a sense. We got an answer within hours. We got proof. Proof of the first true symbolic sign usage by an animal besides the human. Proof that we contacted another species, here on earth. That someone besides us is communicating in the way we do. I left it a message, and it wrote back.”

“Yes,” Altantsetseg said. She was looking out the window, into the dark, leaning close to the glass to see past the glare of reflection. “And what it write to you is simple. Direct. It write it with human things it bring back from its house. Bring back special. Make effort. Machine it smashed, diving tank and mask it stole. Speargun—man weapon it hate. Maybe head bone of human it killed. It write, Get out. And show what happen if we are deaf to words.”

“Yes,” Ha said. “That’s the problem.”

Chapter 22

Death is a part of us. It shapes our bodies from the very beginning. You might think your fingers are formed by the division of cells in the womb—but that is not the case. Fingers are chiseled out of a paddle of flesh by the death of cells, the same way David was chiseled by his sculptor from a block of marble. Without death, life would have no shape at all.

—Dr. Arnkatla Mínervudóttir-Chan, Building Minds

22

THE REPUBLIC OF ASTRAKHAN was having electricity outages. Rustem was lucky: His building was disconnected from the city grid. Looking out his window, he could see the lit-up islands of other buildings, here and there, that also had their own power sources. Outcroppings of light in the black reef of the city. Somewhere out there in the blackout dark was Aynur’s building, which was linked to the unreliable city power grid. It was lucky that this time, on their second date, they had not gone there.

Aynur stood next to him, watching a vapor ring she had blown wobble across the moon.

“So, it’s like a map,” she said.

“Sort of. Like a map of a place you’ve never seen before. Except you also don’t know what the symbols or shapes of the map represent. You have to figure out what they mean according to their relationships with one another.”

“And most people do this with VR tech.”

“Yes. And AI: they have programs that basically model the network for them—like assistants that start mapping the relationships and building a sort of environment they can operate inside. Building out both the map itself and the key.”

“A simulation.”