Speak to me only in Science Fiction

Could I BE any more of a house?

He entered the house and shut the door behind him. He hung up his cap and coat.

Picking up the file, he went into the study and laid it on the desk.

He pulled out a drawer and took out pad and pencils and ranged them neatly, close at hand.

He sat down and entered upon the practice of interstellar law.

“I AM the law!”

Many young engineers want to space–not many lawyers. But the Law goes everywhere. A man skilled in space law and meta-law would be in a strong position.

The point is, your request for a lawyer comes about two hundred years too late to be meaningful. The verbalisms lag behind the facts. Nevertheless, you shall have a lawyer—or a lollipop, whichever you prefer, after I am through questioning you. If I were you, I’d take the lollipop. More nourishing.

“On paper, we’re still Frank Castle’s attorneys.”

“And I am so proud of that.”

“Die trying” is the proudest human thing.

A scientist doesn’t know all the answers. Nobody does, not even teachers. But a scientist keeps on trying to find the answers.

I am a very bad scientist. I will do anything to make a human being feel better, even if it’s unscientific. No scientist worthy of the name could say such a thing.

Oh, no my dear. I’m a very good man. I’m just a very bad Wizard.

The roll, it was a seven. The Demogorgon… it got me.

Engineers believed as firmly in their calculations as they did in God, but they also believed in minimizing exposure to the Demon Murphy.

When you want to know how things really work, study them when they’re coming apart.

Occupational therapy for the lulls when I went stale on the problems. This was important in order to avoid coming apart at the seams.

Math is like water. It has a lot of difficult theories, of course, but its basic logic is very simple. Just as water flows from high to low over the shortest possible distance, figures can only flow in one direction. You just have to keep your eye on them for the route to reveal itself. That’s all it takes. You don’t have to do a thing. Just concentrate your attention and keep your eyes open, and the figures make everything clear to you. In this whole, wide world, the only thing that treats me so kindly is math.

Ah, yes. Numbers rational, numbers irrational, numbers imaginary. Positive integers. Negative integers. Fractions, positive and negative. Eh? You have never heard of Blenheim’s immortal treatise on Twenty Zeros, or The Differences in Absence of Quantity?

DuMorne started crunching numbers, and she watched a hypothetical vector build around Yeltsin as he turned her rough course into a finished one.

“…the world injected its patterns into human language at the very inception of that language; mathematics sleeps in every utterance, and can only be discovered, never invented.”

There is not much good spending twelve hours a day in a black hole in the ground all your life long if there’s nothing there, no secret, no treasure, nothing hidden.

Word spread because word will spread. Stories and secrets fight, stories win, shed new secrets, which new stories fight, and on.