"Really? We almost got killed getting this thing, and you’re having a Twinkie?"
“You want half?”
“Yeah, I want half.”
“Half the people on the ship have been wounded or shot at—including yourself—and you’re harboring known fugitives.”
“Still flying.”
There is an art, it says, or rather, a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss. … Clearly, it is this second part, the missing, which presents the difficulties.
Tourists sometimes pity us loonies because we have no chance to swim. Well, I tried it in Omaha and got water up my nose and scared myself silly. Water is for drinking, not playing in; I’ll take flying. I’ve heard groundhogs say, oh yes, they had “flown” many times. But that’s not flying. I did what they talk about, between White Sands and Omaha. I felt awful and got sick. Those things aren’t safe.
“The Menace From Earth” – by Robert A. Heinlein
-“BB”-
Water makes no difference. Illiyin is covered in life. Everything grows on this planet except us.
“Time is not important, Mr. President. Only life is important.”
“That’s what I’m going to do-- I’m going to protect the lives of some 2 trillion of my fellow citizens. Stedart, you may fire when ready.”
“Ok,” he said, “I don’t like to disturb you at what I know must be a difficult and distressing time for you, but I need to know first of all if you actually realize that this is a difficult and distressing time for you.”
Tomorrow might have been a brighter day.
And, for a long while, the only days we ever went out to walk were the days
when it was raining and there was no sun.
Earth’s sun is younger and brighter than Krypton’s was. Your cells have drunk in its radiation, strengthening your muscles, your skin, your senses.
Not Earth’s feeble thirty-six hundred Stars visible to the eye; Lagash was in the center of a giant cluster. Thirty thousand mighty suns shone down in a soul-searing splendor that was more frighteningly cold in its awful indifference than the bitter wind that shivered across the cold, horribly bleak world.
The Empire, the world. One and the same. And if they were not yet so: make them so, for this is the right and correct will of the stars.
I am the very model of a scientist salarian. I’ve studied species turian, asari, and batarian. I’m quite good at genetics, as a subset of biology, because I am an expert (which I know is a tautology). My xenoscience studies range from urban to agrarian, I am the very model of a scientist salarian!
…cough
Well played, sir, well played.
⁕(restrained polite clapping)⁕
-“BB”-
Inside your body could be a map to a whole new world - genetic therapies, vaccines, medicines, treasure buried deep within your cells and we cannot risk losing everything because you want to go out and play hero!
An amusement park inside a human body. Science isn’t cheap, Morty. This should really help put a dent in the overhead
Man is the center of the universe. We stand in the middle of infinity between outer and inner space, and there’s no limit to either.
“God creates dinosaurs. God destroys dinosaurs. God creates man. Man destroys God. Man creates dinosaurs.”
“Dinosaurs eat man… Woman inherits the earth.”
We just found dinosaurs. In space. We need to preserve them.
You are, quite literally, the last person on Earth that I expected to see.