A Psalm for the Wild-Built (Monk & Robot Book 1)

There’s just some things in the universe that are better left un-fucked-with.”

Bosh

Without constructs, you will unravel few mysteries. Without knowledge of the mysteries, your constructs will fail. These pursuits are what make us, but without comfort, you will lack the strength to sustain either.’”

The feeling behind their words was no longer a furious need, driven by neither rhyme nor reason, but simply an inevitability. A surrender. They had come this far. They would see this through.

“‘Without constructs, you will unravel few mysteries. Without knowledge of the mysteries, your constructs will fail. These pursuits are what make us, but without comfort, you will lack the strength to sustain either.’”

“So, the paradox is that the ecosystem as a whole needs its participants to act with restraint in order to avoid collapse, but the participants themselves have no inbuilt mechanism to encourage such behavior.”

This was a modern monastery, not some rule-locked hierarchy like the pre-Transition clergy of old.

feast at hand. A blister was forming on their foot, a spot unaccustomed

Dex wanted to inhabit a place that spread not up but out.