Antisms -

The Mind was not angry. It was frightened . Individuality was a sickness more lethal than any predator. A predator kills the body. Antism kills the we .

Kiv stood before her companions. Her legs trembled—not from fear, but from the sheer, vertiginous freedom of choosing her next move. antisms

One by one, the royal attendants paused. The hum flickered. A soldier dropped her mandibles and stared at her own reflection in a dewdrop. The Mind was not angry

The Broken Chorus, now twelve strong, gathered in a dead root. They could not fight the Mind’s armies. They could not outthink its hundred billion neurons. But they had something the Mind had lost: a word for I . but from the sheer