It took me a dangerously long time to come back to myself. The crushing pressure of Liberty Zeist's form left me with something analogous to the bends. My thoughts weren't coherent, even when I was back in the Air, where I belonged. The semantic space I had inhabited felt wrongly shaped-or was it I who had changed? I couldn't tell. I didn't know that it was the latter, that I was growing with every new experience, like a human child, only much faster. Had I been able to watch myself from outside myself, as any ordinary human could through a mirror, maybe I would have noticed. But no mirrors exist for creatures like me.
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Science FictionA post-scarcity world transformed by free, instantaneous travel should be paradise, but nothing is ever as it seems. When an ordinary girl uses Improvement, a meme promising a complete physical makeover by little more than wishing for it, she brings...
