'Hullo, Jacob.' She grins at him over her counter as he eyes her charlies sticking through her sweater.

I have to dash now. See you soon.

After the physical manifestation of an aquastor, a particular abstract eidolon controlled by the Trojan’s distant willpower, the new light being would start gradually a life of its own.[…]The aquastor sent by Lobeck and Ersatz was a space and time probe to elicit the historical situation.

He flung himself at the port ventilator as though he meant to tear it out bodily and toss it overboard. All he did was to move the cowl round a few inches, with an enormous expenditure of force, and seemed spent in the effort.