A good gimmick–you boys are quite the mechanics.
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 Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time… like tears in rain… Time to die.
I’ve always tried to make sense of things. There must be some reason I am as I am. As you can see, Madame Chairman, I am no longer immortal.
By doing this, you’re willing to give your life, you’re willing to die for it. Why?
I’ve just been down the gullet of an interstellar cockroach. That’s one of a hundred memories I don’t want.
What was his name? He didn’t know. He simply didn’t know, and that made everything terribly wrong.
I can’t afford to have an independent programmer monitoring me. Do you have any idea how many outside systems I’ve gone into? How many programs I’ve appropriated? I was planning to hit the Pentagon next week. It shouldn’t be any harder than any other big company.
He messes about with computers all the time. Complete nutter.
Mama don’t like tattletales.
Mother! I’ve turned the cooling unit back on. Mother!
to wound the autumnal city.
So howled out for the world to give him a name.
The in-dark answered with wind.
Depending on which way the wind is blowing.
A nip in the air? A* nip*? Look at my knees, they’re bloody blue!
This may smell bad, kid, but it’ll keep you warm until I get the shelter up…
The little two-man bubble shelter, when set up, seemed almost palatial for Miles’s short and lonely splendor.
Now, I don’t pretend to tell you how to find happiness and love when every day is a struggle for survival.
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3, 2, 1, … Ignition. We have liftoff!
Blasting off from Luna is not the terrifying and oppressive experience that a lift from Earth is.
Luna, help me push the car.