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Calculated in Death (In Death, #36)
by (shelved 2 times as auditors)
avg rating 4.30 — 28,786 ratings — published 2013
Layover in Dubai (Hardcover)
by (shelved 2 times as auditors)
avg rating 3.64 — 921 ratings — published 2010
Reaper Man (Discworld, #11; Death, #2)
by (shelved 1 time as auditors)
avg rating 4.28 — 114,853 ratings — published 1991
“She felt livid. They'd all lost so many powers. It was ridiculous to have to communicate by flapping bits of your skin, and as for the tongue... Yuerkkk ...
As far as she knew, in the whole life of the universe, no Auditor had ever experienced the sensation of yuerkkk. This wretched body was full of opportunities for yuerkkk. She could leave it at any time and yet, and yet... part of her didn't want to. There was this horrible desire, second by second, to hang on.
And she felt hungry. And that also made no sense. The stomach was a bag for digesting food. It wasn't supposed to issue commands. The Auditors could survive quite well by exchanging molecules with their surroundings and making use of any local source of energy. That was a fact.
Try telling that to the stomach. She could feel it. It was sitting there, grumbling. She was being harassed by her internal organs. Why the ... why the. . why had they copied internal organs? Yuerkkk.
It was all too much. She wanted to... she wanted to... express herself by shouting some, some, some terrible words...”
― Thief of Time
As far as she knew, in the whole life of the universe, no Auditor had ever experienced the sensation of yuerkkk. This wretched body was full of opportunities for yuerkkk. She could leave it at any time and yet, and yet... part of her didn't want to. There was this horrible desire, second by second, to hang on.
And she felt hungry. And that also made no sense. The stomach was a bag for digesting food. It wasn't supposed to issue commands. The Auditors could survive quite well by exchanging molecules with their surroundings and making use of any local source of energy. That was a fact.
Try telling that to the stomach. She could feel it. It was sitting there, grumbling. She was being harassed by her internal organs. Why the ... why the. . why had they copied internal organs? Yuerkkk.
It was all too much. She wanted to... she wanted to... express herself by shouting some, some, some terrible words...”
― Thief of Time
“Gray-matter auditors stepped in and shut down my eyes, confiscated my keys.”
― Banker's Holiday: A Novel of Fiscal Irregularity
― Banker's Holiday: A Novel of Fiscal Irregularity
