111 Quotes by Misba

Yuan smiles. Subtle stirs in the prana field eke from the forest, spreading, constantly tapping his ground. At first, they’re few, then more, but not countless. Nothing around him is countless, not while he is in focus. The stirs, caused by light footsteps, grow stronger. Something is different today: blood and a whimper.

Living around the West Alpha among the High Grades who age exceptionally slowly, one or two wrinkles around the eyes, a few greyed hairs along your ears are enough to call you old. Even if your spine is still strong and straight.

It’s the West Alpha Residential Section—the part of the city where you must be able to afford the airspace around equalling 3000% of the volume of your house (all of which should be left empty so others may enjoy the sky).

Junk Land—most of it is trees, hills, and old broken things. At least it has empty air space, open to sky and free from air-traffic. It’s the space that is too costly to be owned by the people living around, and too embarrassing to be owned by the ones who can afford them. It spreads all over the world outside the cities like swollen veins crawling through the flesh.

All living creatures always sense what heals their woe—a code in their subconscious.

But faith betrays sometimes. Faith has fluidity. Faith evolves like her machine-learning-models, self-correcting from previous experiences.

“I’ll let you not wear a vest when you can walk without tearing your blouse, sweetie.”

... don’t judge something seeing only a part of it. And don’t let others force you to see all of it.

A war hero’s fake speech! That’s a crime!” Pico keeps complaining. “Even a home-service bot bearing the ghost of a legendary AI will be processed for that!