“She spun a hundred-eighty degrees at the end of the passageway, landed like an acrobat beside the drum hatch. “The reason. Why something would attack us even if we didn’t have anything it wanted.” I read it off her: “If it wasn’t attacking at all. If it was defending itself.”

“She spun a hundred-eighty degrees at the end of the passageway, landed like an acrobat beside the drum hatch. “The reason. Why something would attack us even if we didn’t have anything it wanted.” I read it off her: “If it wasn’t attacking at all. If it was defending itself.”

— Peter Watts