Drainage tubes ran out of his belly and side, and there was a catheter the size of a pencil coming out his penis. Nothing particularly hurt, so he had to assume he was on pretty nearly all the narcoti...
A few generations living and dying without a sky, and enclosed spaces lost the atavistic terror of premature burial.
The grass is always greener on the other side of personal extinction.
What I want is Ceres Station or Earth or Mars. You know what they have in New York? All-night diners with greasy food and crap coffee. I want to live on a world with all-night diners. And racetracks....
You know, he said, you have a really weird relationship with treason.
Individuals build empires because they want their names to echo through time. They build massive constructs of stone and steel so that their descendants will remember the people who created the world...
Your fancy alien train is broken?My fancy alien material transfer system has been sitting unused for over a billion years and half the planet just exploded. Your ship was built less than a decade ago...
We're all traitors now. Ha! the old lady said. Only if we lose.
Reputation never has very much to do with reality. I could name half a dozen paragons of virtue that are horrible, small-souled, evil people. And some of the best men I know, you'd walk out of the roo...
When you got a nail to drive, use the fucking hammer.
I don’t kill children, she said. Not even when it’s the right thing to do.
By the time the Somnambulist had set her creaking bones to rest on their assigned landing pad, Holden had lost all patience with human stupidity.So, of course, it came out to meet him.
You’re a tough guy, but I’m a nightmare wrapped in the apocalypse.
The messages coming back flooded the comm buffers with rage and sorrow, threats of vengeance and offers of aid. Those last were the hardest. New colonies still trying to force their way into local eco...
That’s what peace is, right? Postponing the conflict until the thing you were fighting over doesn’t matter.
Reputation never has very much to do with reality,
I don’t see anything, Miller said. What’s it look like?The eye of an angry God? Elvi said.Oh, Miller said. The heavy plates of his robotic body clicked and hissed against each other as he shifted. Yea...
Fred’s vacuum-rated armor protected him from the smell of viscera, but it reported it to him as a slight increase in atmospheric methane levels. The stench of death reduced to a data point.
Part of his mind was screaming, but it was a distant one and easy to ignore.
Aw, you goddammed bastards! They're shootin' him while he's down! Son of a bitch!The ship stopped moving, and Alex said in a quiet voice, Suck on this, asshole.The ship vibrated for half a second, the...