I kissed him once," she whispered. "Well done. What did he do?" "Um..." Deryn sighed. "He woke up.
Scott WesterfeldLilt pulled away. "I saw what he was doing, so I cleared a path for him. I helped him do it..." She shook her head, tears tracking the dust off her face, and turned to stare at the fallen tower. "Have we all gone mad to want this?
Scott WesterfeldOnce you told yourself a story enough times, it was so easy to keep on believing it.
Scott WesterfeldAs a bio major, I figured "free will" meant chemicals in your brain telling you what to do, the molecules bouncing around in a way that felt like choosing but was actually the dance of little gears--neurons and hormones bubbling up into decisions like clockwork. You don't use your body; it uses you.
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