In play—-
“First thing I did was put on the inner lining of my EVA suit. Not the bulky suit itself, just the inner clothing I wear under it, including the gloves and booties. Then I got an oxygen mask from the medical supplies and some lab goggles from Vogel’s chem kit. Almost all of my body was protected and I was breathing canned air.”
Thanks. Andy L is my husband; I didn’t expect him to play off “ribbon” in his Ringworld Engineers quote.
Back in play: Deciding he represented the whole of the Barrayaran Empire tonight, and not just own House, Miles had elected to wear his plain civilian gray. Ekaterin seemed tall and graceful in some flowing thing of gray and black; Miles suspected under-the-table sartorial help from Pel, or one of Pel’s many minions.
Melissa, for the hundredth time: “You are not getting married in sneakers.”
Gretchen, sullen: “You people iss wahnsinnig.” Surly: “Zat means—”
Melissa, snarling: “I know what the word means! I looked it up, after the tenth time you used it. Insane or not, you are still going to wear them.”
Gretchen, glaring at her feet: “Zese sings iss torture.”
Melissa, sighing: “I know. I don’t approve of them personally, mind you. But—”
Gretchen, gloomy, muttering, trying a few steps: “I vill fall und break mein neck.”
Thanks guys. This article about SF spoofs gave me the quote for the Gray Lensman play Set Phasers to 'Spoof' - you might find it amusing.
Back in play:
"Vhat? No? Loogk, this is der original Mitkey Mouse, by Valt Dissney. Budt I think you are cuter, Mitkey.”
Probably the Professor was a bit crazy to talk that way to a little gray mouse. In fact, he must have been crazy to make a rocket that worked.
No? Well, I’m disappointed in you, doctors. You’re not very smart. You’re not even as smart as a mouse. Because he knows. Algernon showed me. The answer to the question, ‘Charly Gordon’ is: Charly Gordon is a fellow who will very shortly be what he used to be.
“Look what I created- I, Cuthbert Calculus! … And that, I suppose, is what you call ‘acting the goat’?”
“You think this … this crackpot contraption will take you to the moon? …”
“This crackpot contraption, as you call it, is taking you to the moon, as well … Understand?”
The moon is incredible. Everything down on Earth relies on it. Rats jump for it. Tides rush out from it. Humans kiss under it. Without it there’d be nothing down there worth the light. And that just happened by chance -trillions of odd against it- one bit of stardust meets another bit of dust.
I’ve turned the moon into what I like to call a “Death Star”.
Yep, he’s on the moon. I’ll go get him.
I was just barely beginning to be afraid.
All right, start over. The moon had become very much brighter. Moonlight, well, moonlight
was reflected sunlight; any idiot knew that. Then… something had happened to the sun.
Something… wonderful.
[watching Elliot’s house under quarantine after E.T.'s death]
Steve: Something’s happening.
Greg: [sarcastically] Ooh, they’re gonna die.
Tyler: Shut up, Greg.
Steve: Something is definitely happening.
I suggest a frontal assault on the factory, madam. Casualties can perhaps be kept to as little as eighty percent.
He knew of at least one incident where an OFS Security Battalion had been mangled during a pacification campaign by Solarian Marines supposedly backing them up. An unfortunate “friendly fire” mishap had been the official explanation, never mind explaining how a “friendly fire mishap” could produce sixty percent casualty rates for an entire battalion.
Fighting continues as the dog army captures the Eastern Seaboard.
I’m ordering our bombers back to fail-safe; we might have to go through this thing after all.
But suppose some tiny little fail-safe fails null instead and I go on snoozing through the centuries—and millennia—without end. Not dead. But not revived, either.
It was that sort of sleep in which you wake every hour and think to yourself that you have not been sleeping at all; you can remember dreams that are like reflections, daytime thinking slightly warped.
Admiral, if we go by the book, like Lieutenant Saavik, hours would seem like days.
Time is what keeps everything from happening at once.