science-fiction

Souls, Ms. Ellis, are for people who blame devils for their illness and praise angels for the cure. I do neither.

There is no such thing as magic. Just that which you do not understand.

I don't want to be a machine, and I don't want to think about war," EPICAC had written after Pat's and my lighthearted departure. "I want to be made out of protoplasm and last forever so Pat will love me. But fate has made me a machine. That is the only problem I cannot solve. That is the only problem I want to solve. I can't go on this way." I swallowed hard. "Good luck, my friend. Treat our Pat well. I am going to shortcircuit myself out of your lives forever. You will find on the remainder of this tape a modest wedding present from your friend, EPICAC.

She's qualified all right. She understands robots like a sister__omes from hating human beings so much, I think.

I wouldn__ joke if you weren__ always patching me up,_ Davin retorted. He looked at Chad again. __ou must have noticed, right? It__ kind of cute, actually._ Though my heart fluttered, I tried to shoot him a warning glare. He ignored me. __ like to call her Doctor Fisher.

That's all science fiction was ever about. Hating the way things are, wanting to make things different.

Twice the size of a full grown man, with four muscular arms, it was his worst nightmare on steroids. -The Hyperscape Project

It would not do to be Lord of a universe inhabited solely by serfs.

flies can't help eatin' shit cause that's where their tastes lead 'em

Tomorrow morning, he decided, I'll begin clearing away the sand of fifty thousand centuries for my first vegetable garden. That's the initial step.

Subconsciously, we all want to be nebula... In the end, we__e all connected. We__e all going to become one cloud of light whether you like it or not. We__e all made of the same star dust.

Archie wasn't waiting for her at the attic. She didn't consider that. He wasprobably giving her time to set and collect a trap, about a week or so as she guessed, a testing period. He couldn't trust her just yet, but she could tell that there was also more to it. He needed to distance himself, from her, because he was afraid to love her. That was it. Loving her was his flaw, weakness, and he could not have a weakness, not while at war. He wouldn't show up, not for some time. She knew that. The longer it would take for him to come back, the more he loved her.

Humans are capable of so much more. Power mongers like you have stripped away what is most valuable to us, the importance of our heritage and family values. We have been robbed of this, blinded by your authority, while you encourage us to burry ourselves in debt and rely on our corrupt governments. Men and women around the world have been forced to work long hours to keep up with inflated debts, all the while abandoning the families they struggle to support. History repeats, and repeats. It__ time to break the cycle and start anew.

Her vision came into focus and again this time the trees crackled and mocked her. You__e going to die you silly bitch, they seemed to chant. They waved their branches, howling, as the wind whistled through the trails which had suddenly grown icy cold. Kayn__ mind snapped back to reality; she had lost a lot of blood_none of this was real. Children of Ankh

The problem with heroes and villains is that it__ not always easy to tell which is which. Particularly when you are one.

Death whispers your name to me.

This has serveral consequences, starting with screwing over most cryptography algorithms--translation: all your bank account are belong to us--

She's terse. I can be terse. Once, in flight school, I was laconic.