In the face of overwhelming odds, I’m left with only one option, I’m gonna have to science the shit out of this.
But Professor Utonium accidentally added an extra ingredient to the concoction… Chemical X.
Oh, you’re body’s a battleground, there’s a chemical war inside!
Man said, “The Universe is dying.”
And AC said: “LET THERE BE LIGHT!” And there was light–
The lights are but indicators. Their power source is low, but it was designed to keep something going for thousands of years/
Pay all you’ve got for what you can’t see and when sun come up. Illuminate: we been cheated again.
“There’s a reason Her Majesty’s asking me, instead of Nimitz or Ariel,” Honor told her guests. “As it happens, I’ve been hanging around with treecats long enough to have caught to at least some of their abilities. I can’t read minds, but I can read emotions, and I know when someone’s lying.”
“So that’s why you make such a fiendishly effective diplomat!” Pritchard said with something very like an air of triumph. "I couldn’t believe how well a total novice was reading us. Now I know—you were cheating!"
The last word came out in something very like a laugh, and Honor nodded back.
“Where diplomacy’s concerned, according to my mentors in the Foreign Office, there is no such thing as ‘cheating,’ Madam President. In fact, one of those mentors quoted an old axiom to me. Where diplomacy is involved, he said, if you aren’t cheating, you aren’t trying hard enough.”
About the most action we’ve had was the night a feral cat somehow got past the scanner beams and ran into a tangle-field. I never knew cats could make such a racket.
“If you ever saw our soldiers laying the stuff out—it comes wound up on little wire barrels. You have to take one end of the stuff, without getting the teeth in you, and pull if free. It comes off twisted, it jumps and vibrates, and the teeth are likely to get you if you try to straighten it out. I saw half a company of soldiers fighting three rolls of fang-wire the only time we ever tried to use it. The wire was winning. The natives were dug in on a hill opposite from us, and they were having hysterics. No, thanks. Never again.”
This knowledge, his tone implies, has not brought him happiness, nor is it likely to any time soon.
NM, I’d already used my reference earlier. Back to the drawing board.
Who on earth has been telling you about the subconscious and wish-fulfilments?
To this day I don’t know if he really wanted an elephant, or if it was just the most absurd and impossible thing to ask for he could think of on the spur of the moment.
Money, power, sex … and elephants.
I am not afraid of worms, or even microscopic germs, but technicolor pachyderms are really too much for me.
Don’t you see what perpetual copyright implies? It is perpetual racial memory! That bill will give the human race an elephant’s memory. Have you ever seen a cheerful elephant?
My day can’t get any worse. Let’s see what we can do about yours.
The first ten million years were the worst. And the second ten million: they were the worst, too. The third ten million I didn’t enjoy at all. After that, I went into a bit of a decline.
Yeah… look, Ripley, this is a multi-million dollar installation. He can’t make that kind of decision. He’s just a grunt! Uh, no offense.