science-fiction

It seems to me, Golan, that the advance of civilization is nothing but an exercise in the limiting of privacy.

In all the known history of Mankind, advances have been made primarily in physical technology; in the capacity of handling the inanimate world about Man. Control of self and society has been left to to chance or to the vague gropings of intuitive ethical systems based on inspiration and emotion. As a result no culture of greater stability than about fifty-five percent has ever existed, and these only as the result of great human misery.

Eric, you need to look at the whole picture," the PM said. "You look at the jobless as a huge pile of scrap and you're looking for what can be recycled. That's good. That's your job. But what you don't realise is that this pile of scrap itself serves a purpose. I need my zeros, Eric. They put fear in people; fear of crime and terrorism. They are a stark reminder to the stakeholders that what they despise today, they may end up joining tomorrow. It keeps them obedient. Remember that!

The king was pregnant.

The First Mobile, if one is sent, must be warned that unless he is very self-assured, or senile, his pride will suffer. A man wants his virility regarded, a woman wants her femininity appreciated, however indirect and subtle the indications of regard and appreciation. On Winter they will not exist. One is respected and judged only as a human being. It is an appalling experience.

The way I figure it, here in New Earth, men's power has won out over women's power, just like it's done on Mainground. But men still fear women's power. No one ever forgets their mother's power to give them nourishment or withhold it. And men specially don't forget it, because they never grow into women themselves, and never lose a child's craving for the comfort of women's bodies.

It is an extravagant gesture,' she said, turning to the torpedo, 'which is just the sort of gesture I like.

That she was now more tired and forgetful, while able to do three times what she had been able to do when she was somewhat less tired and forgetful but also stressed, guilty, grouchy, and overwhelmed, seemed a small price to pay.

What had she been thinking, suggesting to Alicia, of all people, that a time-travel app was the solution to the problems of women in poverty? 'Are you talking about my community? You didn't even think highly enough of me to let me in on your little scheme, and now you think it will be God's gift to throw a bunch of poor women through a wormhole every day so they can take care of their children and collect their welfare checks at the same time? That's your solution? Time travel is easier than passing affordable child care? Jennifer said nothing. Alicia, of course, was right. Years ago she had chosen to name the center It Takes a Village because, from the beginning, she had hated the every-person-for-herself attitude that isolated and blame so many of the residents the agency worked with. Yet she had just suggested that the answer to the multiplying burdens face by single mothers, in particular, was not for the village to gather around them, but for these women to multiply themselves instead. The same answer, she thought, that she had applied to herself when her own burdens had seemed too much to bear.

I love analogies! Let__ have one.Imagine that you dearly love, absolutely crave, a particular kind of food. There are some places in town that do this particular cuisine just amazingly. Lots of people who are into this kind of food hold these restaurants in high regard. But let__ say, at every single one of these places, every now and then throughout the meal, at random moments, the waiter comes over and punches any women at the table right in the face. And people of color and/or LGBT folks as well! Now, most of the white straight cis guys who eat there, they have no problem__fter all, the waiter isn__ punching them in the face, and the non-white, non-cis, non-straight, non-guys who love this cuisine keep coming back so it can__ be that bad, can it? Hell, half the time the white straight cis guys don__ even see it, because it__ always been like that and it just seems like part of the dining experience. Granted, some white straight cis guys have noticed and will talk about how they don__ like it and they wish it would stop.Every now and then, you go through a meal without the waiter punching you in the face__hey just give you a small slap, or come over and sort of make a feint and then tell you they could have messed you up bad. Which, you know, that__ better, right? Kind of?Now. Somebody gets the idea to open a restaurant where everything is exactly as delicious as the other places__ut the waiters won__ punch you in the face. Not even once, not even a little bit. Women and POC and LGBT and various combinations thereof flock to this place, and praise it to the skies.And then some white, straight, cis dude__ne of the ones who__ on record as publicly disapproving of punching diners in the face, who has expressed the wish that it would stop (maybe even been very indignant on this topic in a blog post or two) says, __ure, but it__ not anything really important or significant. It__ getting all blown out of proportion. The food is exactly the same! In fact, some of it is awfully retro. You__e just all relieved cause you__e not getting punched in the face, but it__ not really a significant development in this city__ culinary scene. Why couldn__ they have actually advanced the state of food preparation? Huh? Now that would have been worth getting excited about.__hink about that. Seriously, think. Let me tell you, being able to enjoy my delicious supper without being punched in the face is a pretty serious advancement. And only the folks who don__ get routinely assaulted when they try to eat could think otherwise.

In my opinion, questions that are based on something real ought to be settled by something real without all this damned lazy miserable drifting

What will I do if I find myself with a heart?" "Lose it constantly, I imagine.

It's a good day to do great things!

Listen: Common sense doesn't mean what it used to mean."-Matthias Chalmers, STAIRWAY2 HEAVEN

You can't show me the Earth from space and fly right past the moon, entice me into this magical machine and invite me to come with you, and then ask me to stay behind!

What you believe determines the way you feel and act... but it doesn't change the truth.

I don't know about you, but I find the idea of a school at night time - imagining the silent classrooms in total darkness and the playgrounds left lonesome and bare - creepily peculiar.

I brought Sammy inside and put him to bed. Said his prayer with him. ___ow I lay me down to sleep__ To me, just random noise. Gibberish. I wasn__ sure exactly what it was, but I felt that, when it came to God, there was a broken promise in there somewhere.