When we see someone eat a hamburger in a commercial, we store that experience as having happened in reality when, in reality, it was a case of virtual consumption.

Do you hear aught, sir, of a battle toward?

Every civilization that grows at the speed of reason must at some point face hyperobjects.

No. 320 finally drew into Paris one minute early, having run the 78.3 miles from Longueau in 65½min, inclusive of a permanent way slack and the usual tortoise-like progress from St. Denis.