Emily

“Hello?’ M-Bot said. ‘Spensa? Are you dead?’
‘Maybe.’
‘Oooh. Like the cat!’
‘...What?’
‘I’m not sure, honestly,’ M-Bot said. ‘But logically, if you’re speaking to me then possibility has collapsed in our favor. Hurray!”
― Brandon Sanderson, Skyward

“Good night, sweet prince,” M-Bot whispered as the junk crashed to the ground. “Or princess. Or, most likely, genderless piece of inanimate space junk.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Skyward

“You have large twin destructor emitters on each wing, along with a light-lance turret underneath. That’s as much firepower as our larger ships. You’re a warship.”
“Clearly not,” M-Bot said. “I’m here to categorize fungi. Didn’t you listen to my last orders? I am not supposed to get into fights.”
“Then why do you have guns?”
“For shooting large and dangerous beasts who might be threatening my fungus specimens,” M-Bot said. “Obviously.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Skyward

“Ask me not if God exists, but why he's such a prick.”
― Jay Kristoff, Empire of the Vampire