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“Are you Asimov-compliant?”
“No,” the robot said, with a sting of indignation. (c)
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“I didn’t come all this way for nothing,... I’m not going to let a little space-time difficulty spoil my day.” (c) Atta girl.
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“But at least you cared. At least you were ready to do something.”
“This little mess... is all because of people who were ready to do something. People like me, who always know when they’re right and everyone else is wrong. Maybe what we need is a few less of us.” (c)
So, Furies it is. That brought our world down.
The back-and-forth is way too jarring.
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... virtual reality, radical genetic engineering, neural reshaping and the digital manipulation of data. We rejected all that. (c)
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At three in the morning, he eased her into the bed, pulled the covers over her and walked out into the rain, leaving her alone in the room where she had grown up. (c)
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“One thing I’ve never got straight,” Custine said. “Are we musicians supplementing our income with a little detective work on the side, or is it the other way round?” (c)
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“They’re back and forth across the river like it’s going out of fashion. Makes you wonder, doesn’t it?” (c)
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Charm was what he excelled at. If anyone sensed his underlying shallowness, they usually mistook it for well-hidden great depth of character, like misinterpreting a radar bounce. (c)
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“You’ve heard of Securities,” Molinella said. “Welcome to Contingencies—our older, rather more secretive and manipulative brother.”
“It doesn’t exist.”
“That’s precisely the idea.” (c)
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... there was a gulf of understanding here that could never be explained, only experienced. (c)
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“It gets us all in the end... Growing up...” (c)
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“There’s an old saying amongst students of gravity: matter tells space-time how to bend; space-time tells matter how to move.”
“It’s suddenly a lot clearer.”
“The point is that everything we see is embedded in space-time. You can think of it as a kind of rubbery fluid, like half-set jelly. And since everything has a mass of some kind, everything distorts that fluid to one degree or another, stretching and compressing it. That distortion is what we experience as gravity. The Earth’s mass pulls space-time in around it, and the distortion in space-time around the Earth makes things fall towards the planet, or orbit around it if they have the right speed.”
“Like Newton’s apple?”
“You’re hanging in there, Floyd. That’s good. Now let’s move up a notch. The Sun pulls its own blanket of space-time around it, and that tells the Earth and all the other planets how to move around the Sun.”
“And the Sun?”
“Follows a path in space-time dictated by the gravitational distortion of the entire galaxy.”
“And the galaxy? No, don’t answer that. I get the picture.”
“You get half the picture,” Auger said. “What we’ve talked about so far is a permanent bending of space-time around a massive object. But there are other ways to bend space-time. Imagine two stars swinging around each other, like waltzers. You got that?”
“Sure. I’m admiring the view as we speak.”
“Make those stars super-massive and super-dense. Make them whip around each other like dervishes, spiralling in towards an eventual collision. Now you’ve got yourself a pretty fierce source of gravity waves. They’re sending out a ripple, like a steady note from a musical instrument.” (c)
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Do you have nonlethal weapons?”
“I have weapons that may be deployed in both nonlethal and lethal modes,” the robot said proudly. (c)
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“I hope whoever you’re bringing back is already in the loop.”
“I think it’s fair to say he’s pretty fucking out of the loop. Remember that detective I mentioned?” (c)
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shit, man, you don’t know a wormhole from your butthole.”
“No, but I can learn.” (c)
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So call us screaming hypocrites, and see if we care. (c)
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Are you going to elaborate, or do I have to turn on the charm?”
“Not the charm, Floyd. I’m not sure I could take it.” (c)
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“If it’s any consolation, Floyd, it’ll be quick and spectacular.” (c)
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... —the briefing had never envisaged that things could go this splendidly, abjectly wrong— ...(c)
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“Who’s running this jalopy, and are they the good guys?” (c)
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Whenever you walk these streets… know that I’ll also be walking them. (c)
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We can only hope that when that happens, wiser minds than ours will intervene from outside to assist the world towards its destiny. (c)
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“That’s the way the universe works, honeybunch. Better get used to it, because it’s going to be around for a good few Hubble times.” (c)
Oh, the miracles of the wonderful errant head:
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when he moved his body, his head seemed momentarily reluctant to follow, as if anchored to a particular point in space and time. (c)