I never sleep, I don’t know why. I had a roommate and I drove her nuts, I mean really nuts, they had to take her away in an ambulance and everything. But she’s okay now, but she had to transfer to an easier school, but I don’t know if that had anything to do with being my fault. But listen, if you ever need to talk or you need help studying just let me know, 'cause I’m just a couple doors down from you guys and I never sleep, okay?
They say most of your brain shuts down in cryo-sleep. All but the primitive side, the animal side. No wonder I’m still awake. Transporting me with civilians. Sounded like 40, 40-plus. Heard an Arab voice. Some hoodoo holy man, probably on his way to New Mecca. But what route? What route? I smelt a woman. Sweat, boots, tool belt, leather. Prospector type. Free settlers. And they only take the back roads. And here’s my real problem. Mr. Johns… the blue-eyed devil. Planning on taking me back to slam… only this time he picked a ghost lane. A long time between stops. A long time for something to go wrong…
It’s eternity in there.
I remember, didn’t they have some kind of hypersleep malfunction?
It’s like two emotions at once. It’s like you’re malfunctioning.
Don’t forget to pick up your Galaxy Quest t-shirts, on your way out.
Papa’s gonna take you to the Milky Way.
Two thousand million or so years ago two galaxies were colliding; or, rather, were passing through each other.
Each one of these rooms has six of these doors and portals, but no matter how many different doors and portals I go through I always end up in the same three rooms.
You asked me once what was in Room 101. I told you that you knew the answer already. Everyone knows it.
It was on display in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying “Beware of the Leopard”.
A moment of silence: “Live long and prosper”.
“I have been, and always shall be, your friend”
One man the starship’s guiding hand; the other, its cool brain.
I’m touched by the idea that when we do things that are useful and helpful – collecting these shards of spirituality – that we may be helping to bring about a healing.
Even holographic medics learned from every case of a simple country doctor who worked in outer space.
It is decided. My daughter will teach you our ways. Learn well, “Jakesully”, and we will see if your insanity can be cured.
I love him, but don’t try to tell me he’s sane. A rational government wouldn’t allow him possession of a pocket knife, let alone a battle fleet.
True. At the negotiations, they thought Kif here was the statesman and I was a jabbering mental patient.
There can be no understanding between the hand and the brain unless the heart acts as mediator.