science-fiction

I am looking forward to fully understanding what is occurring. Other than the fact that we are well over a century in my future__f it is MY future; in America, in an underground government facility of some sort near the Colorado Rocky Mountains, specifically Pikes Peak, so I assume the nearest city of any import to be Colorado Springs_I am afraid I have little grasp of your project.__Sherlock Holmes

Sometimes you gotta say what's in your heart... And you have to stand for what you believe. No matter what." ~'Dr. Michael C. Anders,

In the end, it all comes down to the Blood...

Nice dress,_ Victoria said.__hank you,_ Perpetua said. __o you mind if I ask you a personal question?__ictoria blinked. __h, what?

Indeed. I have often thought that when a man selects one word over another he often reveals far more of himself than he intended.

Here lies the body of Colonel Cornell__. The rest of the fellow, I fancy, in hell is.

On the surface, I was calm: in secret, without really admitting it, I was waiting for something. Her return? How could I have been waiting for that? We all know that we are material creatures, subject to the laws of physiology and physics, and not even the power of all our feelings combined can defeat those laws. All we can do is detest them. The age-old faith of lovers and poets in the power of love, stronger than death, that finis vitae sed non amoris, is a lie, useless and not even funny. So must one be resigned to being a clock that measures the passage of time, now out of order, now repaired, and whose mechanism generates despair and love as soon as its maker sets it going? Are we to grow used to the idea that every man relives ancient torments, which are all the more profound because they grow comic with repetition? That human existence should repeat itself, well and good, but that it should repeat itself like a hackneyed tune, or a record a drunkard keeps playing as he feeds coins into the jukebox...Must I go on living here then, among the objects we both had touched, in the air she had breathed? In the name of what? In the hope of her return? I hoped for nothing. And yet I lived in expectation. Since she had gone, that was all that remained. I did not know what achievements, what mockery, even what tortures still awaited me. I knew nothing, and I persisted in the faith that the time of cruel miracles was not past.

You crave winning and fear losing instead of just doing. To succeed you must remove your self-imposed limitations.

A true master will not deceive an able disciple. You are hampered by the limits you set and no limit can be set on skill.

We__e all the same. We all have the means to save ourselves and carry ourselves home.

A place without meaning is no place to be.

There is a special sadness in achievement, in the knowledge that a long-desired goal has been attained at last, and that life must now be shaped towards new ends.

The main thing about aliens is that they are alien. They feel no responsibility for fulfilling any of your expectations. (Dark City Lights)

Loneliness becomes an acid that eats away at you.

Your thoughts are transparent.

You must learn to control your dreams or your dreams will forever control you.

At this moment, in this place, the shifting action potential in my neurons cascade into certain arrangements, patterns, thoughts; they flow down my spine, branch into my arms, my fingers, until muscles twitch and thought is translated into motion; mechanical levers are pressed; electrons are rearranged; marks are made on paper.At another time, in another place, light strikes the marks, reflects into a pair of high-precision optical instruments sculpted by nature after billions of years of random mutations; upside-down images are formed against two screens made up of millions of light-sensitive cells, which translate light into electrical pulses that go up the optic nerves, cross the chiasm, down the optic tracts, and into the visual cortex, where the pulses are reassembled into letters, punctuation marks, words, sentences, vehicles, tenors, thoughts.The entire system seems fragile, preposterous, science fictional.

Memories tell me who I was, not who I__l become. They don__ fix the present any more than they fix the past.