“Dame Honor, you are an unnatural woman. Or perhaps you’re not. Perhaps I’ve simply spent too much time surrounded by politicians and power mongers. But I doubt very much that there are two women in the Star Kingdom who would turn down the PMV when both her Queen and her Prime Minister insist she take it.”
PMV=Parlimentary Medal of Valor
Hmmm…that’s a new one!
She locked away a secret, deep inside herself, something she once knew to be true… but chose to forget.
You are what you do. A man is defined by his actions, not his memory.
Time moves in one direction, memory another. We are that strange species that constructs artifacts intended to counter the natural flow of forgetting.
Time is the fire in which we burn.
Wade Welles: How do you talk to a fire?
Quinn Mallory: Maybe with a spectrometer.
This is my Universal Translator, although it only translate into an incomprehensible dead language.
Meanwhile, the poor Babel fish, by effectively removing all barriers to communication between different races and cultures, has caused more and bloodier wars than anything else in the history of creation.
“It’s called a Hermes buoy, Admiral. We have quite a few of them seeded around the system to serve as FTL relays. Convenient, don’t you think?”
I’m just dazzled by the glittering tinsel of neo-fascism.
Out of my face, canner.
Security got several assassins alive, mainly thanks to your treecat. Aside from the first one he attacked, he seems to have settled for blinding his opponents. I’m afraid only one of the ones you hit survived
Security, Lieutenant Riley is on his way to sick bay. See to it he arrives.
Please take care of Mr. Bond. See that some harm comes to him.
Note: While from a James Bond movie, it’s Moonraker, which deals with space stations, laser beams, etc., so I hope it is found acceptable. Plus it was the best line in the movie.
What’s bullshit, Mr. Quaid? Afraid to admit that you’re having a schizo paranoid episode, or are you really an invincible secret agent from Mars, who is in the middle of an interplanetary conspiracy to make him think that he’s a lonely construction worker?
All right, you alien assholes! In the words of my generation: Up… YOURS!
The thought of a human being, one of their own kind, a captive of the aliens, sent fire through their veins.
Save me a seat at his court-martial.
Military intelligence was as nothing to military stupidity. But to slide halfway to stupid and stop was rare indeed.