It’s disgusted with itself, this campus, I say. It’s full of self-disgust.
How can you say that? It’s just campus, Priya says. Hi-tech and award-winning, but …
The campus is for something, I say. It’s a model of something. For future … humanity. Or transhumanity, or something. Or synth-humanity. Or synth non-humanity … And it knows that. It know that it’s wrong.
Which one of us is mad, philosopher – you or me? Priya asks.
It’s desperate, this campus – in its non-desperation, I say. It’s imploring, this campus – even as it doesn’t implore. It’s crying out, this campus – even as it doesn’t cry out.
This whole campus exists to be sacrificed, I say. It wants only to be burnt up as an offering.
To who? Priya asks. To what?
To … inutility, I say. This whole campus is waiting for the flame …
And you're the flame? Priya asks.
Philosophy’s the flame, I say.
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