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I am shocked at you, Dr Shelley. God makes us as we are and we should not tamper with it.
I said, If God hadn’t wanted us to tamper with things She wouldn’t have given us brains.

We’re not ready for the future you want.
Have we ever been ready? said Victor. Progress is a series of accidents, of mistakes made in a hurry, of unforeseen consequences. So what? None of us know what will happen to us when we leave home in the morning. Simply, we go.

I discover that grief means living with someone who is no longer there.

May we not consult Doctor Polidori here, who, as a physician, must know that since the creation story no living man has yet given birth to anything living? It is you, sir, who are made from us, sir.
The gentlemen laugh at me indulgently. They respect me, up to a point, but we have arrived at that point.

Did he know Turing was homosexual?
No, he didn’t; hardly anyone did. Turing was shy and introverted, and homosexuality was a crime. Jack was shaken and disgusted at the way Turing was treated. He wrote, I’m not saying that Alan Turing won the war, but without him we would definitely have lost it.
What had the war been for, if not to defeat the intolerance of fascism? Six million Jews, like Good, had been murdered by fascists. Homosexuals were murdered too – and for what
Jack hated hypocrisy. The British invented it. He thought America, at least after McCarthyism, would be fresher and freer, and, as this was the late 60s, he was right.

Is Donald Trump getting his brain frozen? asks Ron.
Max explains that the brain has to be fully functioning at clinical death.

Claire nodded her beautiful head. (I am not supposed to say her beautiful head, am I? OK. Claire nodded her head that contained her intelligent eyes.)

Even our best endeavours turn against us. A loom that can do the work of eight men should free eight men from servitude. Instead, seven skilled men are put out of work to starve with their families, and one skilled man becomes the unskilled minder of the mechanical loom. What is the point of progress if it benefits the few while the many suffer?

If we ever did get out of the body, said Polly, if we were uploads, what would happen to online dating? I mean, there’d be no photographs of what we look like because we wouldn’t look like anything.
That’s funny, I said. It would be like it was in the past, when there were pen pals but no cameras. There’d be no straight, gay, male, female, cis, trans. What happens to labels when there is no biology?
How do we even romance without labels? said Polly. We hate them but they’re part of the attraction.

The room had the look of a bad set from an early episode of Doctor Who.

Jonathan Cape, 2019, 184.