The difference between virtuality and life is very simple. In a construct you know everything is being run by an all-powerful machine.Reality doesn't offer this assurance, so it's very easy to develop...
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
The priest I didn’t talk to at all, because I didn’t want to have to hide his body afterward.
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...
Real monsters will always disappoint. The unseen threat, the rumour, is a far greater power.
People are sheep, Ringil raged. Moronic fucking sheep.
Now. The monosyllable had all the give of a depleted uranium slug. You had better come and see us now.
It's always far easier to murder and tear down than it is to build and educate. Easier to let power accumulate than diffuse.
It is true, I spend some of my leisure time in purchased sexual release, both real and virtual. Or, as you so elegantly put it, whorehouses.
I thought that was what religion was. Simplification for the hard of thinking.
Hand over your responses to the man who triggers them, and you have already lost the battle for self. Look beyond, and find yourself there instead.
And like Quell says,
Spend
Yes, and had your hotel proved slightly less psychotic, matters would never have got as far out of hand as they have.
Worse fates than being forced into a place where your choice of acts is limited to those where your soul burns brightest.
Two of them drifted over to intercept me with the easy calm of big cats that have been fed recently.