Is Sullivan at Bay City Central right now?
I walked beside the woman I had killed last week and tried to hold up my end of a conversation about cats. There
I thought that was what religion was. Simplification for the hard of thinking.
I hesitated, pretending to weigh it up. What’s the deal in the bar? Ha ha ha. Someone had programmed a laugh into the robot. It sounded like a fat man drowning in syrup.
I already have a doctorate in conflict investment. I don’t really need the gifted-amateur reading list.
His companions stared at me like frightened children as I came down the stairs, like I’d come down to them on Pachamama’s Own Ladder to the Firmament—some dark spirit too tarnished and twisted with si...
Choose your feelings as you would a weapon. This is what it is to be Majak.
Childishness is a common enough sin amongst humans. Perhaps we should not be so quick to judge.
But then that’s humans for you—never can trust the stroppy fuckers to live up to the stereotypes you assign.
At about the same time I was working out there were no wounds in my chest someone wiped a towel roughly across my face and I could see. I decided to save that pleasure for later and concentrated on ge...
Ultimate insult that it’s just business, it’s politics, it’s the way of the world, it’s a tough life, and that it’s nothing personal. Well, fuck them. Make it personal. QUELLCRIST FALCONER Things I Sh...
Warden Sullivan, you’re not taking this in the spirit it’s intended. I am very concerned to know who you sold me to. I’m not going to go away, just because you have some residual scruples about client...
Wardani had donned the emotional equivalent of a vacuum suit, the only response left in the human armory when the moral parameters of the outside environment have grown so outrageously variable that a...
They're brutal, moronic, they have the ethical consciousness of apes and the initiative levels of sheep. But you took the field against the reptiles for them nonetheless. Why? Ringil
They are what we once dreamed of as gods, mythical agents of destiny, as inescapable as Death, that poor old peasant laborer, bent over his scythe, no longer is. Poor Death, no match for the mighty al...
The strain on her face was still there, like weathered rocks under a thin mantle of snow.
So where the fuck are you, Isaac? I can hear your breathing, I just need to see you so I can stop it.
She wanted to do damage, gashed red, bleeding, and screaming damage to all and any of the bland facets of social restraint that meshed her about like spiderweb.
Religion’s just politics with higher stakes, Tak. You know that, you saw it in action on Sharya. No reason these people can’t do the same when it comes to the crunch. These people are sheep. They’ll d...
Religion is funny stuff, and it has unpredictable effects on those who use it.