“Yeah,” I heard, the man said, stepping back to look at the Homomdan. He appeared surprised, and Kabe formed the impression that he had been mistaken for a sculpture or an article of monumental furniture. This happened fairly often. A function of scale and stillness, basically. It was one hazard of being a glisteningly black three-and-a-bit meter tall pyramidal triped in a society of slim, matte-skinned two-meter tall bipeds.
–from Look to Windward by Iain M. Banks
