Proxima

Per ardua ad astra. Through adversity to the stars.

Two damaged people, thrown together in a hostile world, doing their best. What else was there to life, in the end?

Every door I pass is one way. So I may as well look around, and see what there is beyond the next door, and the next.

A citizen of the Roman Empire, for example, would have placed less value on individual liberty in the modern Western sense than on collective responsibility.

Which one of you’s the bitch?

We are all creatures of logic, at root. Of little switches turning on and off in our heads, metaphorically speaking.

King said, “Come. Sit. Have some more drinks. Colonel Kalinski, will you sort that out? You

She was capable of suffering – that was the price of sentience.

Colonists of, ah, Per Ardua, meet your autonomous colonisation unit!