“Yet if we made a mistake in our elimination procedures, the high-energy clouds generated within the reactor would eventually permeate the reactor walls and escape into the world.”
“I did not expect such strange reactive structures to emerge from this cyclical energy state.”
“Reactive structures—should we not call them life-forms?”
“Extremely primitive life-forms.”
Time that knows no haste flows over the waves as they roll in and roll back out, through night and into day and into night again.
Ah. Those many hundred billion days and nights.
How I long to return—
The peace and tranquility Asura had known there seemed painfully distant now.
Yet there was no way back to what had been, and in front of her stretched only another ten billion days and one hundred billion nights.
Ryu Mitsuse (2011). Ten Billion Days and One Hundred Billion Nights. São Francisco: Haikasoru Press.
