”She raises an eyebrow. The dark forest outside was a blur, and the whispering of the rails had become a quiet staccato song. * * *Kosonen planted the nanoseed in the woods. Her novelette “Stellar Harvest” was a Hugo finalist in 2000.
“The point of the story,” said Grandmother, “is to ask permission, listen to the answer with respect and keep the promises you make. “Don’t you guys need to protect those fish?” Mria says. It slides across the pool, across the cougar footprint, across the vague traces we ourselves have left down there, and the blue glow vanishes. Her grandmother stared at it in bewilderment, as if at some miraculous apparition.