By the way, an end must be put to the evil that makes and creates money long before the birth of your children, and up or down into space let robots go first, and not 'unprotected children'.'

Ehh, and uncover through the novel what and how.

And yet, robots are soft, and thoughts permeable, because those earthworms obviously do not have much brain. In this novel there will be a coming to grips with the 'godlessly minded games' of the superraces for the sake of just one robot, Zukk. Because he too seems to live somewhere else, for the editing of (mostly) loss-making SF words. The characters, for their part, do not at all want to roam alone through 'glorious' imaginings, although a still harder truth would add this too, that too much murk 'grows' out of science fiction mud as well! Yes, a lot grows out of SF mud. But here... The deeper the naive mud, what grows out of it, and here, will eternally become lovelier for the sake of your reading, be it that the loves from the stories raise up today's eco-spirit for you, or that God tears out our SF thorns from the yearningly boastful... and then ever more distant planetariums.

By the habit of more powerfully fulfilled macro-ambushes, try to sneak the spirit of the stories over to yourselves as a complement to God's soul. Right now already, 'draw out' for yourselves (for her) a wiser benefit!

For love!

For the deferred egg of wisdom...

For eternity!