This is your receipt for your husband… and this is my receipt for your receipt.
You are now dead. Please take your receipt.
“Relax,” said the night man, “We are programmed to receive. You can check-out any time you like, but you can never leave.”
This is Major Tom to Ground Control. I’m stepping through the door, and I’m floating in a most peculiar way.
Look on the wall behind you. Look at that little girl’s face. I know you’ve seen it. But you know what she’s never going to be able to see? She’s never going to be able to see the simple wonder of a leaf in her hand. Because there’s not going to be any trees. Now you think about that.
They walked slowly down the hall in the sound of cold rain. They turned through the doorway to the room in the sound of the storm and thunder, lightning on their faces, blue and terrible. They walked over to the closet door slowly and stood by it. Behind the closet door was only silence. They unlocked the door, even more slowly, and let Margot out.
This is cold. Even by your standards, this is cold.
Despite his own deep, burning fury, Hauptman felt a chill even now at the memory of her ice-cold, almond eyes, for she’d meant it. He’d known it then, and three years ago she’d proven just how real the threat had been when she killed not one but two men, one a professional duelist, on the field of honor. If anything had been needed to tell him it would be advisable to move very cautiously against her, those two duels had done it.
Damnation, he was quite capable of refusing to let me cold sleep.
“One question. Are you set up to arrange cold sleep for a cat?”
Back in her room, Tom opened her notebook that she’d titled “Ways to Get Off the Planet”.
Face it, folks. We’re here to stay.
We come in peace.
Reverse the polarity!
(forgive me if this has already been posted multiple times but I’m not sifting through 68 pages of posts to find out)
They did this, they ought to do that, they won’t do this other thing.
Given time, a ship’s crew will attach sexual innuendo to anything. It makes their jobs more exciting.
Okay, okay. Go find us a crewman. Someone I can impress with my imaginary arm.
Why does this feel worse?
Can you feel anything when I do this?
The alien clicked her mandibles. “It is partly true,” she said.