It’s a war. Wars aren’t like that. Aren’t like what? Roberts said. Aren’t like stories about wars, Vandercaust answered solemnly. Stories about wars come after.
I’m all for forgiveness and bygones being bygones, but it’s easier to stomach that after the assholes are all dead.
Maybe 5 percent, maybe less, were the ones who sucked it up, learned the lesson, and moved on. The Julies. The good ones.
No, it wasn’t. It was the scariest fucking answer to Fermi’s paradox I can think of. Do you know why there aren’t any Indians in your Old West analogy? Because they’re already dead. The whatever-they-...
Realizing you’ve got shit on your fingers is the first step toward washing your hands.
So are you conscious? The alien robot—the skin the Miller construct was using—shrugged. It was strange how well the gesture translated. Don’t know. Seems like I’m acing my Turing test, though.
Take a bar of metal and put a single notch in it. The two lengths thus defined have a relationship that can be expressed as the ratio between them. In theory, therefore, any rational number can be exp...
The ship name. It’s unusual. I swear, if I board one more ship named after someone’s kid or the girl they left behind after that magical weekend on Titan, I’m going to start fining people for general...
There was no reason to think she would survive this. So she was surprised to notice that she was happy. Not the powerful, irrational, and dangerous joy of a euphoric attack, but a kind of pleasure and...
There’s a damaged piece of the system ahead, Miller continued, and I’d hoped we’d be able to get around it. No such luck. We’re on foot from here. Your fancy alien train is broken? My fancy alien mate...
Those kids? They’re illegal, but they don’t just vanish, not
We’re like children, Anna said, pushing herself to her feet and lecturing down at him. Who burn their hands on a hot stove and then think the solution is to blow up all the stoves.
We’re not people, he said. We’re the stories that people tell each other about us. Belters are crazy terrorists. Earthers are lazy gluttons. Martians are cogs in a great big machine. Men are fighters,...
When Holden pointed out that the Roci was already capable of accelerating fast enough to kill her crew and asked why they’d need to upgrade her, Amos had replied, Because this shit is awesome. Holden...
Yes, ma’am, Soren said. But I was wondering whether you should alert the security service about your decision to clear the sergeant. They do like to be in the loop on that kind of thing. Meow meow cry...
You don’t have a right thing, friend, Miller said. You’ve got a whole plateful of maybe a little less wrong.
You have allied yourself with stupid, violent men, and you are trying to convince yourself that being stupid and violent will work. That makes you stupid too. I will never help you. I’ll fight you now...
You look old, Fred. I feel old. But it’s better than the alternative.
You want a beer? Amos asked. You’re having beer for breakfast? Figure it’s dinner for you, Amos said. The man was right. Miller needed sleep. He hadn’t managed more than a catnap since they’d scuttled...
You're the predator right up until you're prey.
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