There has been too much violence. Too much pain. But I have an honorable compromise. Just walk away. Give me your pump, the oil, the gasoline, and the whole compound, and I’ll spare your lives. Just walk away and we’ll give you a safe passageway in the wastelands. Just walk away and there will be an end to the horror.
Hold on a second. This installation has a substantial dollar value attached to it.
Keith, you talk as if this thing was a personal friend of yours!
D’ya think that thing wanted to be an animal? No dogs make it a thousand miles through the cold! No, you don’t understand! That thing wanted to be US! If a cell gets out, it could imitate everything on the FACE OF THE EARTH! AAAAND NOTHING can stop it!
Beware of the Blob. It leaps and creeps, and slides right through the door, the floor.
You gotta be fuckin’ kidding.
As a matter of fact, I think you’re the bravest man I have ever known.
You are a strange species. Not like any other. And you’d be surprised how many there are. Intelligent but savage. Shall I tell you what I find beautiful about you? You are at your very best when things are worst.
“Lazy. A survival type, but lazy. He doesn’t start to use his brain until he’s in obvious, overt trouble. But he’s got pride.”
Rumor had it that some of the earlier Lazy Guns, at least, had shown what looked suspiciously like humor when they had been used; criminals saved from firing squads so that they could be the subjects of experiments had died under a hail of bullets, all hitting their hearts at the same time; an obsolete submarine had been straddled by depth charges; a mad king obsessed with metals had been smothered under a deluge of mercury.
There was an accident with a contraceptive and a time machine. Now concentrate!
I’m sure it will function–that is, it will deliver a man back into time.
Take your journey on your contraption. What would you become? A Greek, a Roman, one of the pharaohs?
Well it sure ain’t Temple Beth Israel.
Well, Beth’s nice, but I’m too old to be looked after by a nurse.
I don’t know what the hell I’m doing here. I’m 237 years old, I should be collecting social security.
Hell was always for other people.
The Worldmind recommends removing his arms.
The bioengineering included a lot of metabolic changes, but the most spectacular alteration was, they have a second set of arms where their legs should be.
You make it sound so creepy.