You should have stuck to your original contract. Or your second. Or your third. You should, in fact, have stuck to something. Anything.
I seek audience with the Nestene Consciousness under peaceful contract. According to Convention Fifteen of the Shadow Proclamation.
“The Shingaine Convention on free passage mandates that all warp termini be open to all traffic,”
“Does it? Well, I’m prepared to take your word for that, Mister Permanent Senior Undersecretary. Unfortunately, the Star Empire of Manticore isn’t a signatory of the Shingaine Convention.”
Xandar, you stand accused! Your wretched peace treaty will not save you now. It is the tinder on which you burn.
You have to make peace with your past.
I came across time for you Sarah. I love you; I always have.
Sarah Connor?
You’re dead, honey! [gum snaps]
I see dead people.
Once you’ve finished killing each other, we can plow under all the buildings and plant rows of flowers that spell out the words, “Too annoying to live” in letters big enough to be seen from space.
So here we were, with the whole human race wiped out, not by atomic weapons or bio-warfare or pollution or anything grand like that. Just the flu. I’d like to put down a huge plaque somewhere, in the Bonneville Salt Flats, maybe. Bronze Square. Three miles on a side. And in big raised letters it would say, for the benefit of any landing aliens: JUST THE FLU.
We apologize for the inconvenience.
Sleep is essential to every sentient being in the universe. But to humans—greedy, filthy, stupid humans—it’s an inconvenience to be bartered away.
Pathetic Earthlings. Hurling your bodies out into the void.
Beyond the two small windows it was as black as it ever gets in the solar system, and hot enough to melt lead, at a pressure equivalent to three hundred feet beneath the ocean.
Luthor’s been lining all his buildings with lead. Blocks my x-ray vision.
Pink.
“Red receded from him … Green light attacked … Indigo undulated with shuddering speed”
“Scarlet, you are ours - we made you and we will destroy you.”
“Maybe - But not today.”
What am I now? A green fire. A flash of light. A blast of force. What am I? The power. Am I afraid? Yes. But the fear doesn’t matter now.