Kit Walker

“It's vodka, baby boy. It hates you. You have to agree to that before you start or you never get anywhere with it.”
― Hannah Birchwood, After the Storm

“TechNICIAN MER—MERRrrrrrrrill,” the Mall says. “Thank you for visiting Me! It is STROngly rec—”

“Abort,” Rich gets out, clutching at his head.

“-COMMENDED THAT YOU UNDERGO DECONTAMINATION PROCEDURES PRIOR TO RE-ENTRANCE TO THE—”

“Decline procedure!”

“MICHIGAN FLEET. YOU ARE ADVISED THAT—”

“Decline procedure, effective immediately, authorization: I’m a fucking tech, I’ll do it myself!”

“...Promise?” the Mall asks.”
― Hannah Birchwood, After the Storm

“Wait . . . where's my e-key?'

This again. A guy who can organise the stuff he does, fix computers and build scale model bridges and pyramids and simulation Mars bases in the backyard for our neighbourhood summer Coyote Camps, and he still misplaces his zap-key nearly every freaking day.

I scan the room.

'Down there. Under the, the left boot of the, uh, R-Mer.'

Yehat scoops it up, stands up, ready to go, but then: 'Ah, my, uh, wallet . . . .'

I scan.

'Side of the couch.'

He digs. He wins.

'Oh . . . and my glasses.'

'On your face.'

'Where would I be without you?'

'Locked outside of house, blind, without money.”
― Minister Faust, The Coyote Kings of the Space-Age Bachelor Pad

“The brighter, compassionate things take hard work, but evil somehow always manages to make itself easy. Neglect is easy. Indifference. It's too easy to turn into a monster.”
― Mercedes Lackey, Valdemar