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A bullet will bounce off its arachnofiber weave like a wren hitting a patio door, but excess perspiration wafts through it like a breeze through a freshly napalmed forest.
This is America. People do whatever the fuck they feel like doing, you got a problem with that? Because they have a right to. And because they have guns and no one can fucking stop them. As a result, this country has one of the worst economies in the world.
asked them questions about Ethics so perplexing that even a Jesuit couldn’t respond without committing a venial sin.
The Deliverator is a Type A driver with rabies.
When you are wrestling for possession of a sword, the man with the handle always wins.
suit. You can’t just materialize anywhere in the Metaverse, like Captain Kirk beaming down from on high.
Software development, like professional sports, has a way of making thirty-year-old men feel decrepit.
The businessman turns out to have a lot of zanshin. Translating this concept into English is like translating “fuckface” into Nipponese, but it might translate into “emotional intensity” in football lingo.
“Sorry—but due to my internal structure, I’m a sucker for non sequiturs.”
I’m Sushi K and I’m here to say I like to rap in a different way Look out Number One in every city Sushi K rap has all most pretty My special talking of remarkable words Is not the stereotyped bucktooth nerd My hair is big as a galaxy Cause I attain greater technology
“You lie like a mattress,”
“Hi,” she says. “ba ma zu na la amu pa go lu ne me a ba du.” “Yo,” Y.T. says.
The people of America, who live in the world’s most surprising and terrible country,
This Snow Crash thing—is it a virus, a drug, or a religion?” Juanita shrugs. “What’s the difference?”
So. She was right. The Rat Things are made from dog parts.
“Alster interprets the myth as ‘an exposition of a logical problem: Supposing that originally there was nothing but one creator, how could ordinary binary sexual relations come into being?’ ” “Ah, there’s that word ‘binary’ again.”
“Why, exactly, is Marduk handing Hammurabi a one and a zero in this picture?” Hiro asks. “They were emblems of royal power,” the Librarian says. “Their origin is obscure.”
Eventually, these fragments wash up in some place like Santa Barbara, still lashed together, carrying a payload of skeletons and gnawed bones.
Vic, unspecified last name. If there was still such a thing as income tax, then every year when Vic filled out his 1040 form he would put down, as his occupation, “sniper.”
“The important thing is, Hiro, that you have to understand the Mafia way. And the Mafia way is that we pursue larger goals under the guise of personal relationships. So, for example, when you were a pizza guy you didn’t deliver pizzas fast because you made more money that way, or because it was some kind of a fucking policy. You did it because you were carrying out a personal covenant between Uncle Enzo and every customer. This is how we avoid the trap of self-perpetuating ideology. Ideology is a virus. So getting this chick back is more than just getting a chick back. It’s the concrete
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Therefore, the Metaverse is wide open and undefended, like airports in the days before bombs and metal detectors, like elementary schools in the days before maniacs with assault rifles.
“Hello, everyone,” he says cheerfully. “I don’t think I’ve met all of you. Just got here this morning and now I’m on my way back again!” “Who are you?” Tony says. The new guy looks crestfallen. “Greg Ritchie,” he says. Then, when no one seems to react, he jogs their memory. “President of the United States.” “Oh! Sorry. Nice to meet you, Mr. President,”
“I understand the depth of your feelings,” Hiro says. “But don’t you think you’ve had enough revenge?”