I am Gravity, I am That against which the Rocket must struggle, to which the pre-historic wastes submit and are transmuted to the very substance of History.
Some would say eccentric. I would say stoned out of his fuckin mind, nothing personal.
Only the framing material,” Lucas demurely, “obvious influences, Neo-Tokyo from Akira, Ghost in the Shell, Metal Gear Solid by Hideo Kojima, or as he’s known in my crib, God.
Not the first time Doc had run into girl-of-his-dreams unavailability.
We live lives that are waveforms constantly changing with time, now positive, now negative. Only at moments of great serenity is it possible to find the pure, the informationless state of signal zero.
We are here among you as seekers of refuge from our present-your future-a time of worldwide famine, exhausted fuel supplies, terminal poverty-the end of the capitalistic experiment. Once we came to understand the simpl... truth that earth’s resources were limited, in fact soon to run out, the whole capitalistic illusion fell to pieces. Those of us who spoke this truth were denounced as heretics, as enemies of the prevailing economic faith. Like religious Dissenters of an earlier day...
Run away with me,” said Roseman when the coffee came. “Where?” she asked. That shut him up.
To rule forever,” continues the Chinaman, later, “it is necessary only to create, among the people one would rule, what we call... Bad History. Nothing will produce Bad History more directly nor brutally, than drawing a Line, in particular a Right Line, the very Shape of Contempt, through the midst of a People, – to create thus a Distinction betwixt ‘em, – ’tis the first stroke. – All else will follow as if predestin’d, unto War and Devastation.
On the face of it,” Vehi Fairfield said finally, “two separate worlds, each unaware of the other. But they always connect someplace.
Death is a debt to nature due, Which I have paid, and so must you.
A screaming comes across the sky. It has happened before, but there is nothing to compare it to now.
Look at it, every day more lusers than users, keyboards and screens turning into nothin but portals to Web sites for what Management wants everybody addicted to, shopping games, jerking off, streaming endless garbage-.
If her luck held, she’d never have to know. The baby was perfect cover, it made her something else, a mom, that was all, just another mom in the nation of moms, ad all she’d ever have to do to be safe was stay inside that particular fate, bring up the kid, grow into some version of Sasha... speak the right lines, stay within budget, wrap each day, one by one, before she lost the light.
It was as if whatever had happened had reached some kind of limit. It was like finding the gateway to the past unguarded, unforbidden because it didn’t have to be. Built into the act of return finally was this glittering mosaic of doubt. Something like what Sauncho’s colleagues in marine insurance liked to call inherent vice.
Don’t commit original sin. Try and let her just be.
She had been privileged to live outside of Time, to enter and leave at will, looting and manipulating, weightless, invisible. Now Time had claimed her again, put her under house arrest, taken her passport away. Only an animal with a full set of pain receptors after all.
Decisions are never really made – at best they manage to emerge, from a chaos of peeves, whims, hallucinations and all-round assholery.
One glance at any government budget anywhere in the world tells the story – the money is always in place, already allocated, the motive everywhere is fear, the more immediate the fear, the higher the multiples.
Men had it so simple. When it wasn’t about Sticking It In, it was about Having The Gun, a variation that allowed them to Stick It In from a distance.
It’s true,′ Vanya now, ‘look at the forms of capitalist expression. Pornographies: pornographies of love, erotic love, Christian love, boy-and-his-dog, pornographies of sunsets, pornographies of killing, and pornographies of deduction – ahh, that sigh when we guess the murderer – all these novels, these films and songs they lull us with, they’re approaches more comfortable and less so, to that Absolute Comfort.’ A pause to allow Rudi a quick and sour grin. ‘The self-induced orgasm.