That’s mostly true, but…
“Mostly harmless.”
Then his horse exploded.
It was the day my grandmother exploded. I sat in the crematorium, listening to my Uncle Hamish quietly snoring in harmony to Bach’s Mass in B Minor, and I reflected that it always seemed to be death that drew me back to Gallanach.
Twelve glaring spheres of unendurable brightness spalled the velvety blackness of deep space. They were huge, and so hellishly brilliant it hurt to look at them even with the display’s automatic filters.
Are you telling me that by Harry going into the Sphere, he now has the power to manifest his dreams, his fantasies?
In so far as one denies what is, one is possessed by what is not, the compulsions, the fantasies, the terrors that flock to fill the void.
Dr. Chandra, will I dream?
Dreams move one one-hundredth the speed of reality, and dog time is one-seventh human time. So, you know, every day here is like a minute. It’s like Inception, Morty, so if it’s confusing and stupid, then so is everyone’s favorite movie.
It all started back at the observatory. Roxanne was kidnapped, I was gonna stop you. My head wasn’t in the game that day. We were kinda goin’ through the motions. So, using my super speed, I decided to go clear my head.
I… had an experience… I can’t prove it, I can’t even explain it, but everything that I know as a human being, everything that I am tells me that it was real! I was given something wonderful, something that changed me forever… A vision… of the universe, that tells us, undeniably, how tiny, and insignificant and how… rare, and precious we all are!
But robots in free and general use on Earth–occupying precious slots in the labor force that would otherwise be available for actual naturally-born flesh-and-blood human beings–no! No! No robots wanted around here!
"All those times I said, “Kill all humans,” I’d always whisper “Except one.” "
Maybe it just means he wasn’t serious about the whole thing.
“Sht. I know sht’s bad right now, with all that starving bullsh*t, and the dust storms, and we are running out of french fries and burrito coverings. But I got a solution.” – President Comacho
I’m asking forgiveness…for what I’m about to do.
He wasn’t simply Leviathan; this man was also Juggernaut. Dedicated every bit as much as she to protecting the people and the things about which he cared, and far more ruthless. She could readily sacrifice herself for the things in which she believed; this man could sacrifice anything in their name. Not for personal power. Not for profit. But because his beliefs, and the integrity with which he held them, were too strong for anything else
Not that he was a soft boss. He was quite capable of saying, “Boys, we need to fertilize this oak tree. Just jump in that hole at its base and I’ll cover you up.” We’d have done it. Any of us would. And the Old Man would bury us alive, too, if he thought that there was as much as a 53 percent probability that it was the Tree of Liberty he was nourishing.
There’s a 68.71% chance you’re right.
I’ll be a study in caution.