Top Highlights

• We spend our entire lives trying to tell stories about ourselves—they’re the essence of memory. It is how we make living in this unfeeling, accidental universe tolerable. That we call such a tendency “the narrative fallacy” doesn’t mean it doesn’t also touch upon some aspect of the truth.
• Who can say if the thoughts you have in your mind as you read these words are the same thoughts I had in my mind as I typed them? We are different, you and I, and the qualia of our consciousnesses are as divergent as two stars at the ends of the universe.
• Sai looked forward to the date. Tilly had also introduced him to his last girlfriend, and that relationship had been wonderful. The breakup afterward was awful, of course, but it helped that Tilly had guided him through it. He felt that he had matured emotionally and, after a month on his own, was ready start a new relationship.
• “But I really want coffee.” “Trust me, you’ll love the smoothie.” Sai smiled as he turned off the shower. “Okay, Tilly. You always know best.”
• “But your camera will record visitors to my place too, because we share this hallway.” “So?” “I don’t want Tilly to have any of my social graph.” Sai rolled his eyes. “What do you have to hide?” “That’s not the point—” “Yeah, yeah, civil liberties, freedom, privacy, blah blah blah . . .”