Speak to me only in Science Fiction

The tears I feel today, I’ll wait to shed tomorrow.

“Now River, stay behind the others. If there’s fighting, drop to the floor or run away. It’s okay to leave them to die.”

“Doctor, I’m taking your sister under my protection here. If anything happens to her, anything at all, I swear to you I will get very choked up. Honestly, there could tears.”

Crying defies scientific explanation. Tears are only meant to lubricate the eyes. There is no real reason for tear glands to overproduce tears at the behest of emotion.

I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain.

I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain.

“Sticking to you like glue, Sir,” he said. “She’s dropped back a little on your starboard quarter, but she’s holding position nicely.”

“That, Chief Harkness, is because she is an officer and a lady. And unlike people who don’t tell me they’ve seen things until we’re past them, she’s also good at her job.”

“Humanity’s gift to the universe. Duct Tape.”

Greatest stuff in the world. Superman’s duct tape.

“It’s okay, Nick. I got into a fistfight, blew up a door, and got to use duct tape twice…it’s a good day to die.”

Are the most dangerous creatures the ones that use doors or the ones that don’t?

“Yes, you did, didn’t you? In fact, I’ve discovered, if you’ll forgive me for saying so, that you’re most dangerous when you’re being the most honest and frankly candid. Your hapless victim doesn’t even notice the siphon going into his brain and sucking out the information you want.”

Ironic. I’m here because of my inherent dangerousness, but it’s my inherent politeness that makes me put up with this. With him.

You of all people should know how dangerous my silence is. The longer my brain gets to working, the more I give my madcap plans credence.

Your forward momentum is going to lead all your followers over a cliff someday. On the way down, you’ll convince 'em all they can fly. Lead on, my lord. I’m flapping as hard as I can.

He took off sideways, using the traction given him by his space boots, and intercepted the two deserters, gathering one in each arm and letting his momentum carry the three bodies slowly toward the far end of the grab line.

“Mayday! Mayday! Suit malfunction!” she gasped while her thrusters continued to bellow like maddened animals. “This—” She retched again, choking as dry heaves wracked her. “This is Blue Sixteen! I’m—God, I don’t know where I am!” She heard the panic in her own voice, but she couldn’t even see. The contents of her stomach coated the inside of her helmet, wiping away the stars, compounding her disorientation, and still the thrusters thundered without rhyme or reason. “Mayday!” she screamed into the com.

And no one answered at all.

“I want to make spacesuits that work better. I’ve got some ideas.”

“But Amy," Elder says. "Space suits!”

“Stark? We got him.”

“Banner?”

“Just like you said.”

“Then tell him to suit up. I’m bringin’ the party to you.”

“I – I don’t see how that’s a party.”

It is never completely silent inside a space suit.