/lit/ - Literature

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Really? Much obliged. The main character is debating, in this scene, whether to take [an offer] or not. The whole scene is much longer (part of the first chapter) but I'm simply posting a small excerpt of his musings here. Take into consideration it's a first draft. I'm spewing words on the page here, barely no edits outside basic grammar and typos

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He stole another glance at the Tay-shell then moved to the window, where Volthuma stretched past the horizon across the curvature of the planet and even beyond, like a fourth-dimensional volute beginning in a coutour of the outer space and continuing into the artificially maintained depths of the world. The entire planet was to be experienced as an integument of buildings and people, all alike, clones of one another, cells around an interior sun of a planet core. Fast and instantaneous transportation turned the once harlequinic human civilization ia11nto a grey soup of indistinctiveness. Every human on every world looked and acted alike, all the madness of custom, tradition, history, culture meshed together into order and rule, bureaucracy and technology that went past real world barriers. If he could speak to and see someone's image-projection half a universe away, what would happen to a population confined within only a few hundred million cube kilometers of space? If information could travel across the abyssal gape between galaxies as fast as someone's voice from across the room reached Anand's ears, what secrets were there left anymore? What mystery?