Mr. Bensington proposed originally to try this stuff, so soon as he was
really able to prepare it, upon tadpoles. One always does try this sort of
thing upon tadpoles to begin with; this being what tadpoles are for.

The Food of the Gods, H.G. Wells

“If you’re a specialized intellect, what’s your specialization?”
“You. I was created to study you.”
That did not sound good.
“What do I call you?”
“Call me Jon.”
“I’m not calling you Jon. Jon is my name.”
“It’s our name.”

Influx, Daniel Suarez

The endpoint of a three-century struggle for ‘progress’, understood as individual separateness, has culminated in a political effort to eliminate all meaningful sex differences through technology. Though conceived of as an idealistic project, in practice this largely serves corporate interests. And it dresses in feminist garb a commercially driven effort to deregulate all of human nature, which will enslave our minds in digital fantasies even as it monetises our bodies via biotech.

Feminism against Progress, Mary Harrington

In Nicholson’s hands, the dead shimmered with life. You could taste their cornbread.

The Dead Beat: Lost Souls, Lucky Stiffs, and the Perverse Pleasures of Obituaries