If they’re smart enough to be useful they get ideas about making themselves indispensable—ideas about getting above their station, as you Brits would put it. If they’re too dumb to be useful they’re a...
I shake my head. The EQUESTRIAN
Humans: such a brilliant model of emotional self-awareness, Aineko says with a theatrical sigh. You're as stupid as it's possible for an intelligent species to be - there being no evolutionary pressur...
Everything is terrorism these days: downloading, uploading, jaywalking with intent to cause fear.
Edinburgh has history the way cats have bad breath.
Butcher, baker, fusion-reactor maker.
¡Policía genética! ¡Usted, expulsado ahora mismo del acervo genético!
Programming is a job where Lovecraft meets tradecraft, all the time.
There's always some idiot who thinks that after the revolution they'll be the one sitting on top of the hill of corpses, dining on caviar served out of a bowl made of a chromed baby's skull.
Then the screen comes on, showing a familiar menu on a blue background and I stare at it, transfixed, like a yokel who’s never seen a television before. Because it’s not a TV. It’s a flat-screen PC ru...
Stuff that really will improve my survival prospects when the tentacles hit the pentacle.
So Ah’m no evil, Ah’m just plain bad.
I spent six hours becoming one with a shrubbery last night. There were three cloudbursts and a rain of small and very confused frogs
Although I am unconvinced that I desire life, I am not yet ready to embrace death.
Money is a symptom of poverty, after all, and Manfred never has to pay for anything.
If you want to work on data covering more than about one month you’re supposed to phone Mr. Jobsworth at BT and whine for help.
Experience has taught me that it is best never knowingly to underestimate the lethality of a sufficiently determined butler.
You’re a grown-up, these days. You don’t wear a kamikaze pilot’s rising sun headband and a tee-shirt that screams DEBUG THIS! and you don’t spend your weekends competing in extreme programming slams a...
Um. Oh dear. Are you thinking what I’m thinking? I don’t know. Are you thinking, goats are kind of like sheep with bad attitude? I’m not a fucking chupacabra, man.
They never tell you how heavy a corpse is in training school.