dystopian-fiction

A joke is a witticism or play on words that__ meant to be funny. I say __eant to be_ because most jokes aren__ funny. They range between mildly amusing and grimace-inducingly annoying.

You shouldn__ say mean things to people before they kill you. It__ being a sore loser.

If the only option you leave poor people with is to resort to violence in order to survive, they__l do just that. And there are lots more poor people in this world than there are rich ones.

That__ what you people do, isn__ it? Make assumptions and sell them to impressionable idiots.

I won__ pressure you, Ari, but I__ not opposed to subtle acts of persuasion.

Ask very pointed questions. Sharp as sword blades, or laser blasts, if you catch my meaning.

Humans have been doin_ awful things to each other throughout history. Humanity__ not as great as you make it out to be. I do what needs to be done, and that__ that. We__e about to go to war, Earl. There ain__ no humanity in war.

Our world must be hell, then. It must be the hell of some other place where all of us committed atrocious sins of some sort, and now we__e stuck here until we die and either come back or are whisked off to some other hell. It couldn__ be worse than this one, though.

A good friend is someone who gets ya drunk and then walks ya home afterwards.

That was a double negative, Jemail. By saying that you haven__ seen nobody, you__e actually saying that you have seen somebody.

A leader__ first duty is to look after his or her people, especially those who are sick, hungry, or thirsty.

Money is a tool we use to reach certain ends. Nothing more, nothing less. It__ hard to come by, though, so when opportunities arise, we need to make the most of them.

Everyone has the right to believe whatever he or she wants. Christians, Muslims, Buddhists, Pagans, atheitsts, and every other religion. People can follow whichever they choose. Even if you and I believe Christianity is the truth, we must allow others to choose their own beliefs. You can__ force anyone to believe something they don__, anyway.

We all end up dying in the end. It__ just a question of how and when.

You__l find a way. You__l always find a way. And on the rare occasions when you can__, you__l have friends who will.

Let them come. We__e got helicopters, tanks, jets, and big guns. We__e got armies of robots. What do they have but their stench and the squalor they live in?

The storage capacity of the average human brain is two-hundred and fifty-six exabytes. However, the average adult human only uses approximately one billionth of that storage space effectively. This means my knowledge capacity is approximately three thousand trillion times that of your average human.

Well you know what they say. It__ always raining somewhere.