It always amazes me how Banks can get away with writing books where, in the end, every action from the entire book comes to nothing. You know the big secret that it's building too more or less right at the beginning, then they confirm it's true, then they decide that they won't tell anyone and it wouldn't matter anyways even if they did. End of book. And yet, somehow, maybe because that's the point, it works every time.
Cooperator and Atlantan, when not reading 📚 probably wants to be out backpacking ⛺🥾, climbing 🧗, or mountain biking 🚵.
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Success! Sam has read 46 of 40 books.
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Oh, adjust yourself. You people have spent ten millennia playing at soldiers while becoming ever more dedicated civilians. We’ve spent the last thousand years trying hard to stay civilian while refining the legacy of a won galactic war. Who do you think has the real martial provenance here? In a fight, you’d have no choice but to try to destroy me immediately. You’d fail. I’d have a choice of just how humiliatingly to cripple you. This is the truth; depend.
The first problem was getting all the bits and pieces out of the way, so there would be room for itself.
Actually, who was it kidding? The first problem was all about not blowing up the world, or at the very least not annihilating both itself, fifty horizontal kilometres of Girdlecity, who-knew-how-many lives locally and immediately, and then an additional who-knew-how-sizable number over a significant proportion of the rest of the planet with the resulting fireball, blast front, secondary debris impact events and all the resulting ancillary fire, tertiary impact and ground-shock effects.
Another fucking day at the office, the ship thought