science-fiction

I was depressed. I guess I still am

And it didn't matter. It wouldn't make a fucking difference if I dropped to the floor and started crying like a baby. No point in panicking. No point in breaking. No point in anything at all.

It__ important to have a buddy like that. Somebody who__l stop you from doing that really stupid thing you were gonna do just because you couldn__ think of anything better. -- unidentified soldier, eulogizing his dead buddy

You__e not going to fight me, Captain. This is the right call. You know it.__he marched me off the bridge and into the brilliant white passageway. __ou think I__ just going to trust you__l let me go?_ I asked, getting a painful nudge in the back.__ou don__ have a choice._ She was right about that. __elax. I got your back, Cale.___ou__e got a pistol in my back is what you__e got.___ust like old times.__rust her? Well, shit.

Tej seemed such a sunny personality, much of the time--these flashes of dark were like a crack in the sky, shocking and wrong. Reminding him that the daylight was the illusion, the scattering of light by the atmosphere, and the endless night was the permanent default behind it all.

Knowledge is like an endless resource; a well of water that satisfies the innate thirst of the growing human soul. Therefore never stop learning... because the day you do, you will also stop maturing.

Almost everything carried to its logical extreme becomes either depressing or carcinogenic.

It was one of those dreams from which she woke up depressed about her reality, filled with a longing that pulled at her insides, wishing the dream could have lasted forever, or at least much longer than it had.

Science fiction" means different things to different people. "When I make a word do a lot of work like that," said Humpty Dumpty, "I always pay it extra"__n which case the term science fiction has piled up a lot of expensive overtime.

Jonah-John-if I had been a Sam, I would have been a Jonah still-not because I have been unlucky for others, but because somebody or something has compelled me to be certain places, at certain times, without fail. Conveyances and motives, both conventional and bizarre, have been provided. And, according to plan, at each appointed second, at each appointed place this Jonah was there.

What you call life is but a dream, and reality is relative.

Life cannot find reasons to sustain it, cannot be a source of decent mutual regard, unless each of us resolves to breathe such qualities into it.

The great mass of humankind possesses an unmistakable unit-identity. It can be one thing. It can act as a single organism.

At the quantum level our universe can be seen as an indeterminate place, predictable in a statistical way only when you employ large enough numbers. Between that universe and a relatively predictable one where the passage of a single planet can be timed to a picosecond, other forces come into play. For the in-between universe where we find our daily lives, that which you believe is a dominant force. Your beliefs order the unfolding of daily events. If enough of us believe, a new thing can be made to exist. Belief structure creates a filter through which chaos is sifted into order.

Sometimes people say that we're living in the future, and time's up for science fiction, but I think that never will be, because science fiction really isn't about the future. It's about change and present-day concerns

If the world explore all my dark fantasy, will change for the better_.

Now, this was a combination that she wouldn__ dare to dream of, even in her worst nightmare.

What will we be doing, when everything that can be done, can be done better by robots?