Chambers, Becky

The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet

p.4 – “But the constant sounds of people working and laughing and fighting all around him had become a comfort. The open was an empty place to be, and there were moments when even the most seasoned spacer might look to the star-flecked void outside with humility and awe.”
p.4 – “Ashby sighed, swallowed his irritation and became the captain. He kept his face neutral, his ears open. Talking to Corbin always required a moment of preparation, and a good deal of detachment.”
p.7 – “Ashby had no idea what Corbin was getting at, but this was Corbin’s standard operating procedure. Complain first, explain later.”
p.10 – “Ashby’s hackles were up, but truthfully, this was an ideal way for a conversation with Corbin to go. Get him away from the crew, let him vent, wait for him to cross a line, then talk him down while he was feeling penitent.”
p.13 – “But with the last of her savings running thin and her bridges burned behind her, ther was no margin for error. The price of a fresh start was having no one to fall back on.”
p.23 – " ‘No, but see, that’s why it’s so fun! It’s like a puzzle, figuring out what kind of circuits the old ones will talk to, adding new bits to make things more homey, staying on top of all the old framework’s secrets so we don’t blow up.’ "
p.25 – " ‘The very fact that we use the term cold-blooded as a synonym for heartless should tell you something about the innate bias we primates hold against reptiles,’ she pictured him saying. ‘Don’t judge other species by your own social norms.’ "
p.28 – " ‘Rosemary, on behalf of the crew of the Wayfarer, I would like to apologize,’ Sissix said. ‘Coming into a new home deserves a better welcome than anything Artis Corbin can give. I’m sure you know all about the escape pods by now, and nothing about who we are and what we do.’ "
p.30 – “The trappings of a bureaucrat trying to pretend he had the same clout as the powerful species around him.”
p.33 – " ‘…on a long haul, this’ – she tapped the top of Rosemary’s head– ’needs to be the most important thing you take care of.’ "
p.39 – “Dr. Chef shook his head, the skin on his cheeks shivering. ‘I don’t like implants that aren’t medically necessary. Besides, what’s the point of talking to different species if you don’t take the time to learn their words? Seems like cheating to simply think things and let the little box do the talking for you.’ "
p.53 – “Ashby scratched his beard and thought. What did he want it for? After he’d first left home, all those years ago, he’d sometimes wondered if he’d go back to the Fleet to raise kids, or if he’d settle down on a colony somewhere. But he was a spacer through and through, and he had the itch for drifting.”
p.58 – “The Lovey that Jenks knew was uniquely molded by the Wayfarer. Her personality had been shaped by every experience she and the crew had together, every place they’d been, every conversation they’d shared. And honestly, Jenks thought, couldn’t the same be said for organic people? Weren’t they all born running the Basic Human Starter Platform, which was shaped and changed as they went along? In Jenks’s eyes, the only real difference in cognitive development between Humans and AIs was that of speed.”
p.61 – “The Friends of Digital Sapients were one of those organizations that had their hearts in the right place but their heads firmly up their asses. On paper, Jenks believed a lot of the same things they did, namely that AIs were sapient individuals worthy of the same leagl rights that everyone else had. But the FDS went about it all wrong.”
p.73 – “Rosemary frowned. She had a rough idea of how tunnels worked, but she’d never been able to make the idea stick.”
p.79 – “Dr. Chef exhaled a disparaging rumble and fixed his beady eyes on Rosemary. ‘Some advice? If Kizzy ever says the words you know what would be a great idea?, ignore whatever comes after.’ "
p.89 – " ‘I have never understood potatoes,’ Sissix said. ‘The whole point of a potato is to cover it with salt so you don’t notice how bland it is. Why not just get a salt lick and skip the potato?’ "
p.90 – “A past birthday gift from Kizzy, who always ignored the fact that none of the non-Human crew members traditionally celebrated birthdays.”
p.91 – " ‘Grum games are rather similar, thematically. I think our species are rather alike, in some ways. Humans would’ve died out, to, if the Aeluons chanced upon the Fleet. Luck’s what saved them. Luck, and discovering humility. That’s really all that makes Humans different from Grum. Well, aside from the obvious.’ He chuckled, gesturing to his body.”
p.93 – " ‘I did the same thing when my daughters were off at war. That’s why I don’t like that he’s doing it. I know how all that wondering can eat away at a person.’ "
p.115 – “Kizzy nodded, stuffing a handful of puffs into her mouth. ‘Srvsts mmdn mmf–hrm.’ She swallowed. ‘Survivalists abandon babies if they’re sick or different or whatever. Just like, oh, hey, this one’s kind of weird, better leave it behind so we can weed out the weak genes.’ Kizzy clenched her fists, crushing the puffs within the bag. ‘Gah! It’s so stupid!’ She looked down at the bag as if seeing it for the first time. ‘Aww.’ "
p.117 – " ‘Mala wouldn’t let them do it. Jenks says once she got the doctors to admit that him being small didn’t mean he wasn’t healthy, it wasn’t even a question for her. Didn’t have anything to do with the Gaiist stuff at that point. He says she was just sick of people telling her that there was something wrong with her kid.’ She stopped and looked around. ‘And I’ve totally been walking the wrong way.’ "
p.119 – “Alongside such oddities, his small stature was nothing special. It was hard to feel weird in a place where everybody was weird.”
p.123 – " ‘Your version of used is usually better than new,’ Jenks said. He meant it. Pepper was a wizard when it came to bringing tech back from the dead.”
p.125 – " ‘Because you’re a friend,’ she said, the edge leaving her voice. ‘And because making connections is what I do. And if you’re serious about this, I’d rather you go through me than some back-alley hack. Though, truth be told, I’m also hoping that by the time I find someone, you’ll have decided I was right about it being a bad idea.’ "
p.129 – “When she considered the historical context, Rosemary thought their presence in the shop made for a rather odd tableau: a Harmagian (an aging son of a former empire), an Aandrisk (whose people had moderated the talks that granted independence to Harmagian colonies and ultimately founded the GC) and two Humans (a meager species that would’ve been ripe for the picking if they had been discovered during the days of Harmagian conquest). All standing together, amicably discussing the sale of soap. Time was a curious equalizer.”
p.135 – " ‘Yeah, stuff that’s really important or hard to say. Like about love or hate or stuff you’re scared about. You know how when you have something big to tell someone, you stammer through it or sit in front of your mirror practicing what to say? Aandrisks don’t bother with that. They let the gestures take care of all the awkwards. They figure that big, deep feelings are universal enough to be defined with just a flick of the hand or whatever, even though the events that cause those feelings are unique.’ "
p.136 – “As Rosemary watched, the peculiarity of the act began to melt away.”
p.137 – “She wished someone would give her that sort of attention on a whim. She wished she were confident enough to give it back.”
p.139 – " ‘Being weird doesn’t mean that she doesn’t deserve companionship.’ "
p.139 – “Her body was strange, her ways were strange, and yet, Rosemary foudn herself in deep admiration.”
p.141 – “But Aeluons, by some weird fluke of evolution, had a look that made most Humans drop their jaws, hold up their palms and say, ‘Okay, you are a superior species.’ "
p.145 – “Pei’s cheeks went a somber orange. ‘It is. I’m only on the edges of it, and from what i’ve seen… trust me, Ashby, this is a war that needs to be fought.’ She exhaled in thought. ‘Do you think badly of me for– I don’t know, for accepting business from soldiers?’ "
p.145 – " ‘I know. But you’re a good woman. The things you have to do don’t change that. And your species– you know how to end a war. Truly end it. It doesn’t get in your blood. You do what needs doing and leave it at that.’ "
p.146 – " ‘You’re trying to evolve. I think the rest of the galaxy underestimates what that says about you.’ "
p.148 – “They drifted through the swirling silt, and to the ordinary observer, they would appear to be doing nothing but drawing dust trails with their comblike arms. But if Ohan looked with their mind, mapped it all out with the right numbers and notions, the space outside became a majestic, violent place.”
p.149 – “The swirls of fur and clicks of tongue meant nothing to their crewmates, but they meant everything to Ohan.”
pp.150-151 – “Even so, Ohan was afraid. They could disconnect themself from the fear, but it lingered, like an unpleasant taste in the back of the throat. Fear. Such a throwback emotion, meant to spur primitive life-forms away from potential predators. Life’s universal constant. Every fear of rejection, of criticism, or failure, of loss– these were all caused by that same archaic survival reflex.”
p.151 – “They believed Dr. Chef understood this social limitation. In a way, Dr. Chef could see into the hearts of others as well as Ohan themself could see the universe. Ohan often wondered if Dr. Chef knew what a gift that was.”
p.152 – “Ohan preferred to take in the sight alone, especially now. A black hole was the perfect place to contemplate death. There was nothing in the universe that could last forever. Not stars. Not matter. Nothing.”
p.153 – “When meeting an individual of another species for the first time, there is no sapient in the galaxy who does not immediately take inventory of xyr physiological differences. There are always the first things we see. How does xyr skin differ? Does xe have a tail? How does xe move? How does xe pick things up? What does xe eat? Does xe have abilities that I don’t? Or vice versa?”
p.156 – “I believe this is why many of my peers still cling to theories of genetic material scattered by asteroids and supernovae. In many ways, the idea of a shared stock of genes drifting through the galaxy is far easier to accept than the daunting notion that none of us may ever have the intellectual capacity to understand how life truly works.”
p.159 – " ‘I think that’s normal for anyone living with people other than their own. I’m sure they get tired of us, too.’ "
p.160 – " ‘And it’s not like they’ve done anything wrong. You know how much this crew means to me. But today… I don’t know. It feels like having a mess of younger hatchmates who won’t stop playing with your toys. They’re not breaking anything and you know they’re only trying to please you, but they’re so little and annoying, and you want them all to fall down a well. Temporarily.’ "
p.161 – “She would never, ever understand the idea that a child, especially an infant, was of more value than an adult who had already gained all the skills needed to benefit the community.”
pp.163-164 – “At first, Rosemary had assumed that it was some sort of tech lingo, but no, Jenks had quietly confirmed that this was Kizzy’s own special way of staying organized. Rosemary squinted at the screen. 5500 credits (ish)–WRSS. She made a flicking motion with her left hand, pulling up a file entitled ‘Kizzyspeak,’ her cheat sheet for acronyms that she had deciphered. ES (Engine Stuff). TB (Tools and Bits). CRCT (Circuits). But no, WRSS wasn’t there. She made a note to ask Kizzy about it.”
p.167 – " ‘Just because you leave home doesn’t mean you stop caring about it. You wouldn’t get homesick otherwise. And your family knows you care. I keep an eye on our Linking traffic, you know. I see how many vid packs get sent to your family.’ "
p.171 – “I miss your hands. I miss sharing a bed. I miss sharing stories. I’ll never understand how you can be so patient with someone who can’t talk to you for tendays at a time. I’m not sure one of my own would’ve stayed with me through this. You Humans and your blind stubborness. Believe me, it’s–”
p.182 – “No one else was hurt. The ambi, the food, none of that mattered. They were things, and things could be replaced. His crew couldn’t be. The relief he’d felt upon learning he was the only one who’d wound up in the med bay topped anything that the painkillers could give.”
p.185 – " ‘I sure did,’ Dr. Chef said. He handed Rosemary a clean cloth. ‘Once I’d medicated Ashby and got his bots going, I locked myself in my office and yelled for a good ten minutes.’ "
p.187 – “This paper has far too little space for me to write everything I want to say, so know this: I love you, and I think of you always.”
p.190 – " ‘And I don’t want to leave. But I won’t be on the Wayfarer forever anyway. Someday, when the time’s right, I’ll go do otehr things. If that time gets chosen for me, well… okay.’ "
p.203 – “Ashby started to wonder why the settlers had bothered rebuilding at all, but he already knew the answer. To some Humans, the promise of a patch of land was worth any effort. It was an oddly predictable sort of behavior. Humans had a long, storied history of forcing their way into places where they didn’t belong.”
p.206 – " ‘It’s our hobby,’ Bear said. ‘We only sell them to neighbors and trusted friends. We’re not in the business of equipping bad guys. But if you want to discourage bad guys, oh yeah, we can do that.’ "
p.207 – " ‘We have different philosophies, you and I, but I can understand where you’re coming from. Violence is always disconcerting, even if it’s only potential violence. But after the trouble you recently found yourself in– not to mention the place you’re headed to– it sounds as if you could do with some basic tools of self-defense. If that only constitutes shielding for you, that’s okay. But you need something.’ "
p.207 – “All misgivings that Ashby had about buying modder equipment vanished as Nib spoke to them about his tech. Nib already had the Wayfarer’s specs on hand, but he wanted to know more than just engine readouts and hull dimensions. He wanted details.”
p.208 – “Ashby felt as though he were buying a tailored set of clothes. These modders were no mere techs. They were artists. And for all they were offering, they required only a day’s work and a sum of credits that Ashby suspected covered little more than the components themselves.”
p.208 – “Ashby made a mental note to thank Kizzy for being friends with these people.”
p.211 – “The thought of imposing on these strangers for a day or two– eating their food, sleeping on a grubby couch, listening to inside jokes– left Rosemary awkward. But the siblings’ congeniality did away with those feelings. Bear in particular made an effort to include her, and attempted to fill her in when the stories started going over her head (most of the stories fell into one of two groups: ’the time we built this amazing thing’ or ’the time we smoked too much smash and did something stupid’). Once she had gotten past the memory of the oozing ketling carcass, she found the shreds of spicy, flame licked insect, wrapped in airy flat-bread and washed down with crisp kick, actually made for an enjoyable meal. By the time dinner was over, Rosemary found herself unexpectedly at ease.”
p.213 – " ‘… Modding isn’t just about getting sewn up with cool tech, it’s about orchestrating a balance between the synthetic and the organic. If you don’t care about the well-being of the organic, then– ow!’ He yelped as Kizzy pulled his hair.”
p.213 – " ‘Some people knit, some people play music, I dig through dusty old facts and make sure they’re accurate.’ "
p.213 – " ‘I like knowing things.’ "
p.216 – " ‘Because people are assholes,’ said Bear, dutifully keeping his head down. ‘Ninety percent of all problems are caused by people being assholes.’ "
pp.220-221 – " ‘It’s a really old practice, goes back to pre-Collapse computer networks. We’re talking old tech here. People would choose names for themselves that they only used within a network. Sometimes that name became so much a part of who they were that even their friends out in the real world started using it. For some folks, those names became their whole identity. Their true identity, even. Now, modders, modders don’t care about anything as much as individual freedom. They say that nobody can define you but you. So when Bear gave himself a new arm, he didn’t do it because he didn’t like the body he was born in, but because he felt that new arm fit him better. Tweaking your body, it’s all about trying to make your physical self fit with who you are inside.’ "
p.221 – " ‘You’re Rosemary Harper. You chose that name because the old one didn’t fit anymore. So you had to break a few laws to do it. Big fucking deal. Life isn’t fair, and laws usually aren’t, either. You did waht you had to do. I get that.’ "
p.221 – " ‘But you’ve been kicking ass at your job, and you’re a good person. That’s going to matter more to him than anything else.’ "
pp.223-224 – “He sat on a garden bench in the Fishbowl, his tea cooling as he worked through slow thoughts. Rosemary sat across from him, holding her own mug in her bony Human hands. She was silent as he thought out loud. He knew how strange they each were to the other– he for never thinking quietly, she for having no thinking sounds. He knew she understood his noise by now, though, and that knowledge made her silence feel companionable.”
p.226 – " ‘Yes. But it was worse than that. I learned that the cutters had been our tech to start with. The Outsiders had just stolen the idea before we could complete it. They had only done to us what we had planned to do to them. That was the moment in which I no longer knew who the animals were. I no longer wanted to mend our soldiers so that they could go use cutters and…’ He searched for serviceable words. ‘Sticky-fire and germ bombs. I wanted to heal them. Actually heal them. Sometimes I’d see a body added to the pile, someone I had just put back on her feet a few days earlier. It made me wonder what the point of it all was.’ He stopped, and rumbled in thought for a long, long time.”
p.227 – “She was the last of my children. There had been five of them, all beuatiful grey-speckled girls. And they all became soldiers, as most of our girls did. They died on scorched battlefields far from home. None of my children ever mothered. None of them ever became male. My last child, I didn’t love her anymore or less than any of the others, but something about knowing that all my children were gone broke me.”
p.229 – " ‘We cannot blame ourselves for the wars our parents start. Sometimes the very best thing we can do is walk away.’ "
p.230 – " ‘As you said, he had everything. That made him feel safe and powerful. Your father had probably gotten his way for so long that he thought he was untouchable, and that is a dangerous way for a person to feel. I don’t think anyone on this ship blames you for wanting to get as far away as you could from a person like that.’ "
p.230 – " ‘But it still compares. If you have a fractured bone, and I’ve broken every bone in my body, does that make your fracture go away? Does it hurt you any less, knowing that I am in more pain?’ "
p.231 – " ‘Aha. But he did. So then you begin wondering how you could’ve been so wrong about him. You start going back through your memories, looking for signs. You begin questioning everything you know, even the good things. You wonder how much of it was a lie. And worst of all, since he had a heavy hand in making you who you are, you begin wondering what you yourself are capable of.’ "
p.232 – " ‘All you can do, Rosemary– all any of us can do– is work to be something positive instead. That is a choice that every sapient must make every day of their life. The universe is what we make of it. It’s up to you to decide what part you will play. And what I see in you is a woman who has a clear idea of what she wants to be.’ "
p.239 – " ‘Lovey, I have the feeling that this little rendezvous is going to be awesome for everybody.’ "
p.250 – " ‘It’s still true.’ Sissix grinned. ‘Look at them, though.’ She nodded toward the Aeluons. ‘Look at the way they move. Even little things. Like that one, look at the way she picked up her cup. They don’t move. They dance.’ She took another handful of puffs. ‘They make me feel like… oh, what are those big ugly reptiles you have back on Earth? The extinct ones?’ "
pp.262-263 – " ‘Guns and… bad guys, yes. But this’– she nodded toward the mines–‘is not the shit I deal with all the time. This is not something I can fix. And that’s what scares me. There are few things as unsettling as a lack of control in an unfamiliar situation.’ "
pp.264-265 – “Pei said nothing for a moment. ‘Kizzy, I am scared of everything, all the time. I’m scared of my ship getting shot down when I have to land planetside. I’m scared of the armor in my vest cracking during a fight. I’m scared that the next time I have to pull out my gun, the other guy will be faster. I’m scared of making mistakes that could hurt my crew. I’m scared of leaky biosuits. I’m scared of vegetables that haven’t been washed properly. I’m scared of fish.’ "
p. 266 – " ‘I see.’ Ashby blinked again. ‘Why are we doing this?’ "
pp.266-267 – " ‘Because some jackass dumped them all over the floor, and they have to be cleaned up. And if they have to be cleaned up, we might as well sort them while we’re at it.’ Jenks sat down, leaning comfortably against a planter. He began to pick through the bolts. ‘See, my best friend in the whole galaxy is currently on another ship, holed up in a wall, disarming hackjob explosives. It’s dark in there, and her fingers are probably sore by now, after tugging at all those little wires, and I’m shitting myself over the possibility of something going wrong, because I seriously do not know what I would do without her. And I can’t help. I can’t do anything. Not one damn thing. I know she’s the best person for this, and I know she doesn’t need my help. But all the same, she’s facing some dangerous shit, and it is completely out of my hands. I want to do something , and it’s driving me fucking crazy that I can’t. I can’t even smoke because there are Aeluons around. So, fine. I’m going to sort bolts.’ He swung his eyes up to Ashby. ‘And I think anybody who has similar feelings should join me.’ "
p.273 – " ‘…People change feather families whenever they need to, and people need different things at different times in their lives. It’s almost unheard of for an Aandrisk to stay with the same people their entire life…’ "
p.274 – " ‘…We tend to think about coupling the same way that–hmm, how to put this– okay, like how you think about good food. It’s something you always look forward to, and it’s something everybody needs and enjoys. At the low end of the scale, it’s comforting. At the high end, it’s transcendent. And like eating a meal, it’s something you can do in public, with friends or with strangers. But even so, it’s best when you share it with someone you care about romantically.’ "
p.275 – " ‘…Elders don’t shift around as much. They’re more stable. And most important, they’ve got life experience. They’re wise. They know things.’ She smirked. ‘I’ll never understand how the rest of you expect brand-new adults to be able to teach kids how to be people.’ "
p.277 – “Rosemary thought of what Lovey said if you gave her one task too many: I’m sorry, but that’ll have to wait a moment. If I put anything more in my databanks, my processing streams will stall. And I hate that. ‘How do you keep track of all the changes to families?’ "
p.290 – “In Human gathering, adults wouldn’t think twice about dropping a conversation the moment a child needed something, even if it was simply attention. But here, the hatchlings seemed to know that the adult activiteis took precedence, and that if they wanted to join in, they’d have to figure out the rules. So instead of tugging at sleeves and showing off, they observed the goings-on of adults from the sidelines, trying to puzzle it all out. They were learning how to be people.”
p.295 – “Perhaps the ache of homesickness was a fair price to pay for having so many good people in her life.”
p.297 – “Sissix had watched Human faces for long enough to know that Rosemary was either searching for the right words, or for the courage to say them.”
p.299 – “Tresha. It was the thankful, humble, vulnerable feeling that came after someone saw a truth in you, something they had discovered just by watching, something that you did not admit often to yourself.”
p.305 – " ‘Stop,’ Ashby said. He took a deep breath. ‘Let me make sure I’m hearing this correctly. This argument, which we could hear coming down the stairs, is all because of a minor incident involving a damaged pressure cap.’ "
pp.305-306 – " ‘I don’t care if we’re a tenday late. I don’t care if we’re a standard late. I am not going adrift out here, not when we’ve come this far. Be more careful.’ He stared them both down. ‘I am only going to say this one more time. Get over whatever this pissing match is between the two of you. It is drving me crazy. It is driving the rest of your crew crazy. I know this has been a long haul, and I know we’re all tired, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to fly the rest of the way to the Core listening to you two scream at each other. Work it out. If you can’t, fake it. I do not want to have this conversation–’ "
p.309 – “Not that the Quelin and the Harmagians actually liked each other. It was funny how the potential for profit always seemed to trump antipathy.”
p.324 – " ‘Artis, I’ve never been good with people. I’ve always preferred my lab. I like data. Data is consistent, it’s steady, it’s easy to understand. With data, you always know what the answer is. If the data doesn’t make sense, you can always puzzle it out. Unlike people.’ "
p.325 – " ‘And as you may suspect, she was beautiful. Not beautiful like they do in vids or when they’re trying to sell you something. Real beautiful. The kind of beautiful you could actually touch.’ "
p.329 – " ‘I was a kid! Kids make mistakes! And it didn’t stop when I grew up, either, you never once stopped to tell me that you were proud of me or that I’d done all right. I was an experiment to you. You were never satisfied with positifve results, you just kept looking for the flaw causing faulty data.’ "
pp.333-334 – " ‘I know. And I won’t tell you no, not if it’s what you want. But I’m scared. I’m starting to think maybe I wanted this so bad that I didn’t let myself acknowledge just how fucking dangerous it is.’ "
pp.336-337 – “We all know the stories of the Kohash, the Danten Lu and most recently, the Grum– ruined species who lacked the discipline to see beyond themselves to the next stage of evolution.”
p.351 – “Mas laughed. ‘Pairs are not inventors. They are too unfocused, too short-lived. Good for Navigating and discussing theories, but bad at building. Building takes many, many mistakes. Pairs do not like mistakes. They like staring out windows. But Solitary like mistakes. Mistakes mean progress. We make good things. Great things.’ "
pp.354-355 – " ‘This is so fucking Human of you. Lie back and let the galaxy do whatever it wants, because you’re too guilty about how badly you fucked up your own species to ever take the initiative.’ "
p.361 – " ‘So many ships. So many ideas within them. How do they do it, I wonder? How do they achieve harmony, knowing that false notions walk beside them?’ "
p.371 – " ‘I’ve been feeling much the same about this myself. But every sapient species has a long, messy history of powers that rise and fall. The people we remember are the ones who decided how our maps should be drawn. Nobody remembers who built the roads.’ "
p.376 – “Ashby smiled, though his chest felt heavy. Reclusive though they were, Ohan was a part of his crew. He didn’t want this to be the last time. He didn’t want a new face looking at him from that chair. He didn’t want to know that the face there now would soon be gone forever.”
p.383 – " ‘Hey,’ she said. Ohan looked up at her. ‘We can do this, you and me. Together. We’re a good team.’ Her throat grew tight. ‘We’ve always been a good team.’ "
p.385 – " ‘Whoa, hey, no,’ Kizzy said, scrambling over. She knew that look. That was an I am compleetly done look, and they so did not have time for it right now.”
p.385 – “She took a breath. She took a breath, and thought of an Aeluon woman with a badsass armored vest, surrounded by buddies dripping with guns, telling her that she was scared of fish.”
p.385 – " ‘No, listen.’ She took Rosemary’s face in her hands and looked her in the eye. ‘Stop trying to not be scared. I’m scared, Sissix is scared, Ashby is scared. And that’s good. Scared means we want to live. Okay? So be scared. But I need you to keep working, too. Can you do that?’ "
p.393 – " ‘Yeah, but nobody else knows. To all these people out here, it’s just another day. It’s just… I don’t know, none of it’s making sense yet.’ She fell quiet. ‘We could’ve died out there.’ "
p.399 – " ‘Would it have made a difference if you’d started working on her right away?’ "
p.402 – “Whenever the ship punched, Ohan had to be sure they came back out in the right time, as if it were all mapped out backward and forward and side to side, an infinite number of stories that had already been written. Time could crawl, it could fly, it could amble. Time was a slippery thing. It couldn’t be defined.”
p.402 – " ‘Twenty seconds’ Kizzy said. She gave his hand a fast squeeze and met his eyes. There was something fierce there, as if she were trying to protect him just by looking.”
p.406 – " ‘I’m sorry, but I don’t care what you are to them. You’re my captain. You’re our captain. Someone needs to speak for us. What we’re supposed to patch up and carry on like nothing happened? Lovey’s dead, Ashby, and it’s pure luck that the rest of us aren’t. You said it yourself, we shouldn’t have been there. So I don’t care if what you say is of use to them or not, but I need to know you said something.’ "
p.407 – " ‘… Now, to me– and possibly to you, who knows– this is an inconvenience. To Jenks, this is the worst day of his life. Do you know that he loved the AI? Actually loved, as in, ‘in love.’ Ridiciualou, I know. I don’t pretend to understand. Frankly, I find the whole notion absurd. But you know what I realized? It doesn’t matter what I think. Jenks thinks something different, and his pain is very real right now. Me knowing how stupid this whole things is doesn’t make him hurt any less.’ "
p.412 – " ‘… You’ve got as much right to exist as I do.’ Pepper cocked her head. ‘Y’know, we’re kind of alike, you and me. I come from a place where I wasn’t considered to be worth as much as the genetweaks running the show. I was a lesser person, only good for hard labor and cleaning up messes. But I’m more than that. I’m worth as much as anyone– no more, no less. I deserve to be here. And so do you.’ "
p.415 – “This wasn’t her fault, she knew, but she couldn’t stay here if it meant that she was making this man’s pain worse.”
p.417 – “The AI said nothing. His silence sounded baffled.”
p.421 – " ‘I don’t mean any disrespect, representatives, but your policies were supposed to protect me and my crew. I trusted in them. I trusted that we weren’t going to be sent anywhere that posed any danger outside what comes with the job.’ He fought to keep his voice calm. ‘You sent us somewhere we shouldn’t have gone, and you’re still thinking about sending other people back. You put all of our lives at risk, without saying as much, and now you want to sit around and talk about policies.’ "
p.427 – “Jenks looked to the bot wearing a blue beanie with a yellow pom-pom. ‘Alfonzo?’ "
p.428 – " ‘I’m not doing a good job of this. There’s so much I want to say to you. You’ve done so much more than I would expect from a friend, and I need you to know I don’t take that for granted.’ "
p.428 – " ‘You’re not my friend, dummy.’ "
pp.429-430 – " ‘… But brothers. Brothers never go away. That’s for life. And I know married folks are supposed to be for life, too, but they’re not always. Brothers you can’t get rid of. They get who you are, and what you like, and they don’t care who you sleep with or what mistakes you make, because brothers aren’t mixed up in that part of your life. They see you at your worst, and they don’t care. And even when you fight, it doesn’t matter so much, because they still have to say hi to you on your birthday, and by then, everybody’s forgotten about it, and you have cake together.’ She nodded. ‘So as much as I love my present, and as nice as it is to get a thank you, I don’t need either of ’em. Nothings’s too much to ask when it comes to brothers.’ She shot him a look. ‘Stars and buckets, Jenks, if you start crying, I will, too, and I will never be able to stop.’ "
p.433 – “Ohan blinked three times. ‘No. We are… expected to do things. And we do them. We do not question.’ He looked confused. ‘I don’t know why. These things made sense, before. And they made sense to the Solitary you met. But not to me. Perhaps it is because they have never been around other species without the Whisperer. They never saw other ways to to be.’ "
p.433 – “Ohan did something Ashby had never seen before. His mouth spread wide and flat, stretching out beyond the edges of his eyes, which crinkled shut. A smile. ‘Yes. I want that.’ "
p.434 – “Ashby eyed the algaeist for a moment, and looked back to the kitchen. He saw Ohan take a tenative nibble from the end of a spineroot. The Sianat gasped with surprise. Dr. Chef clapped him on the back and laughed, his voices harmonizing with approval.”
p.434 – “Ashby smiled. He drank his tea and watched his crew. It was enough.”