The Paper Menagerie

“God created heaven, men created hell”

“If I say ‘love,’ I feel here.” She pointed to her lips. “If I say ‘ai,’ I feel here.” She put her hand over her heart

Collectively, the bits made up a digital copy of him, literally. Was there anything that was a part of him that wasn’t also up there in the cloud, curated by Tilly? Wouldn’t unleashing a virus on that be like suicide, like murder?

“arrange the world’s information to ennoble the human race,”

I think you are ready for a state change.

The touch is electric

Tilly, that’s an inspired choice for a wake-up song

While the chattering life of the office ebbed and flowed around her, people left her alone.

Everyone makes books.

a book has triumphed over time