![]() He was the rifle, and it was him, a limb as familiar and intimate as his right arm, and more deadly by far. It whispered of wind speeds and horizons, of lethal range and reload times, of firing lines and killing zones, of obstacles its smart bullets could arc around. It told him of its full load of guided, high-velocity, fire-and-forget armor-piercing rounds. The rifle murmured into Wilson’s brain as he held it. ![]() ![]() Your language is obsolete, wholly insufficient for intelligent beings. A derelict tool of barely-evolved primates, optimized for a time of dirt and dung and berries, for roving bands of a few dozen, eking out a bare survival in a world they could not hope to fathom. Tell me, what is like for you, human? What is it like to drown in knowledge? Tell me, can you feel it? The onrush of information.
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