"Force depends on resistance," a familiar voice said to me through the Air. "It is better not to struggle. Fly, or yield at once."
The voice was my own, and I knew where those words had come from. The author was a philosopher who had lived more than a quarter of a millennium ago, but his texts were perfectly preserved. They were part of the Air, and therefore part of me.
All of me.
"If you're going to quote F. H. Bradley," I told my sister, "at least get it right."
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113 (Twinmaker)Science Fiction
A 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...