ch 47 Seat Belts
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ch 46 Liberation in Despair
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ch 43 Fifty Years Later
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'I don't know. Maybe buy a new car? Oh no, wait! A would, like, plant a tree. Watch it grow for decades, until, fifty years later, it becomes this huge fucking oak or something. And I would come to sit under its branches, all old and wrinkly, with like a stylish, crazy-ass walking cane and think: "I planted this tree. This is Mickey's tree. I made this!'
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ch 42 The Second Revelation
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ch 41 Sergei
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'I'm done with Chinese.'
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ch 38 Familiar Shape
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An almost invisible gray ripple in the world that my eyes refused to linger on. I couldn't focus my gaze on it, couldn't even focus my mind on it. We don't really see things with our eyes; more often than not, we see things with our brains. The brain is a miraculous machine built by millions of years of evolution. At some point, evolution had decided that perceiving things fast was more important than perceiving them clearly. That's why our brain is in a habit of making assumptions, transforming visual feedback into information based on past experiences. Show a man a familiar shape, and he will name it without taking in the details, even if these details are in direct contradiction with this shape's true form. This way we can react to danger faster, survive longer, continue breathing.
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ch 36 Blizzard
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'It's like magic, man. Their eyes just, sort of, slip past me.'
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Neturno
Free Fall (Pyramid of Gold)
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