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Human technology was good, and weapon to weapon humans were as well-equipped as the vast majority of their adversaries. But the weapon that ultimately matters is the one behind the trigger.
In the early evening of the second day, Andrea Gell-Mann introduced the 8th to the concept of profanity, which she picked up at lunch and shared just before dinner.
until Brahe told them to quit that goddamn shit,
There was general agreement that Brahe was correct, until Gell-Mann taught the squad to swear in Arabic.
The bullets weren’t real but they were as real as fake could get.
allow me to share with you my philosophy of human beings. It can be summed up in four words: I like good people. You seem like good people. I can’t say that’s all that matters to everyone, but it’s what matters to me.”
::Stop teasing Jared,:: Pauling said, smiling. ::He’s a nice guy, unlike the rest of you degenerates.:: ::We’re nice degenerates,:: Roentgen said. ::Or nicely degenerate, anyway,:: said Einstein.
“You say we Special Forces are slaves. You’re right. I can’t argue that. But we were also told that we are the only humans born with a purpose: To keep other humans safe. I wasn’t given a choice for that purpose before, but I choose it now. I choose this.” “You choose to be a slave,” Cainen said. “No,” Jared said. “I stopped being a slave when I made this choice.”
“I have a good relationship with the general, despite his patronizing attitude toward Special Forces and me.” “It’s not just you,” Robbins said. “He’s patronizing to everyone.” “Yes, he’s an equal opportunity asshole,”
If they can work out the kinks, it could revolutionize space travel.” “‘Work out the kinks’?” Jared said. “I’m about to use this thing. Kinks are bad.”
“Oh, stop being a baby,” Wilson said.
“I’m not even one year old,” Jared said. “I can be a baby if I want. Help me get into this thing, would you.”
“I want to mourn her,” Jared said. “I feel her. I can feel the love I had for her. That he had for her. I want to remember her, even if that means I have to mourn her. That’s not too much to bear for her memory. It’s not, is it?” “No,” Cloud said. “I guess it’s not.”
She turned to Seaborg, who was still on the ground. “How’s your leg?” she asked. “The unitard caught most of it,” he said, referring to the uniform’s ability to stiffen and absorb some of the impact of a projectile. “It’s not too bad. I’ll live.” “Can you walk?” Sagan asked. “As long as I’m not required to like it,” Seaborg said.
Harvey called it his Occam’s razor theory of combat: The simplest way of kicking someone’s ass was usually the correct one.
Boutin opened his eyes in a brand-new body. Well, not brand-new, he corrected. Gently used.
