The Yoruba say ‘o d’oju ala’ when someone dies. I will see you in dreams.

We are all part machine, Kaaro. Your phone is a polymer under the skin of your hand. You have a locator chip in your head.

What’s a quantum extrapolator?’ I ask.‘You are,

A washing machine repairman dying of laryngeal cancer had only one recurring thought: There is no excuse for making an angel cry.

Ebun becomes completely conceptual in the xenosphere. She is an idea from infancy, the non-verbal stage. There are no words with which to understand her form, and there is no image. We are aware of her presence, but it is extremely abstract. The idea is her own, from her own early life. Even she does not fully understand it, but she can pull it out of lost memories and use it. She is safe. It is an elegant solution which I wish I had thought of.

You are not a sensitive and will never experience this, but raw data surges, blunt data with errors which are slowly refined like the process of chiselling out a sculpture from a block of marble.