Dick Price: It was overkill, every bit of it—the grunt, the huge swing, the twisting hips, the spray of perspiration, even the unsteady lumbering back toward the middle.
Paul Haeder: Fractured images of a father chopping wood for the pot-belly stove. A mother torn between the beatings and the bottle, yet raging inside Tory is the feeling of slag spilling over a metal barrel.
Robert Fuller: The suffering inherent in the Game of Selves is redeemed. You can confidently say, “Good-bye to all that.”
Robert Fuller: At every stage in the ascent of Man, technological advances have been used to gain a military advantage—better weapons improved your chances in the Game of Selves. Artificial Intelligence was no exception.
Robert Fuller: Once economic and political needs are satisfied—and they can be—problem-solving and model-building turn out to be the source of meaning and purpose.