Clint Barton

“The ship rumbled as they rode out the last few minutes of their tenth and final braking burn on approach to Tau Ceti Five. Jack looked down at the display at the center of his forward console. He didn’t like the numbers he was seeing, and a discreet glance to his right told him that his pilot didn’t like them either. “A little fast, Lynn?” he asked. She responded with only a nod, her concentration focused on the task at hand. Jack turned his head slightly toward the rear of the flight deck, as if to speak to his engineer. It was a completely unnecessary gesture, since everyone was required to wear their comm-sets during any condition other than green. “Frank, what’s our estimated velocity at the end of the burn?”
― Ryk Brown, Arrival

“treat you like a criminal,” he said, showing a slide of an inmate in striped prison garb. Then a slide of Bob Dylan came on the screen. “People want to own the music they love.”
― Walter Isaacson, Steve Jobs

“This time, I’m just going to do it. I’m going to cure him. Because why not? It would be so easy.”
― Charlie Jane Anders, All the Birds in the Sky

“He bailed on football practice.” As soon as the words left me, my stomach pitched. This wasn’t any of Phil’s business. He chuckled. “So, the Golden Boy isn’t so golden after all.” He lifted his arm toward my house. “Walk you home?” “Um . . . OK,” I heard myself agree.”
― Kerry Lonsdale, Everything We Keep