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"wax around a candleflame? Losing shape, spilling out, me not me anymore, just ... material again, shaped into another, cruder piece of ordnance. Starship, sailship, rifle ... melting down to a clumsy quartz knife.
But that's life when a weapon is what you are. Not all you are, but the first thing, the most"
ALSO: With so few resources, that's all that will be left. I know it already, even if the Spider doesn't.
There was a time once when I was more than a tool:
[Edited on 7/27/2004 9:05:13 AM]