Samantha's Revenge Quotes

“After changing shape several times, the ball eventually turned into a huge face. It floated alongside the air-car. This time, time instead of sending him a mental message, the face spoke out aloud and the whole air-car vibrated with its intensity. “If you are foolish enough to renege on your contract, you will be severely punished. For your sake, I hope you wouldn’t do such a thing.” When Tarmy made no attempt to respond, the face turned and pressed itself against the millipede-free window. A moment later, Tarmy felt the fat slug entering his mind, the sign that the face was attempting to use its powers to obtain his response by other means. But as the slug dug deeper, Samantha’s cover stories began springing out of the corners of his mind. Instead of obtaining Tarmy’s agreement, all that the face saw was a burning army transporter surrounded by bodies. Undeterred, the face continued its assault. Samantha had anticipated that Tarmy might come up against an adept, so the mental images of death and destruction flowed unchecked. After failing to break Tarmy’s defences, the face removed the slug and tried reason. “You can’t win, Mr Tarleton, so why don’t you do yourself a favour and cooperate? It will be better for you in the long run. Now, where is the miniature pulse drive engine?” Tarmy realised why the millipedes hadn’t been allowed to attack. It was obvious that the Great Ones were hoping to retrieve the engine. When Tarmy didn’t respond, the face said, “I am prepared to overlook your desertion if you agree to tell us where the engine is and also honour your contract by showing us how to convert the engine into a bomb.”
― Andrew R. Williams, Samantha's Revenge

“After running her eyes over pulsing LEDs on the suspension unit, Samantha glanced through a small port at Claire Hyndman’s limp body. She looked expectantly at Mih Valanson, one of her senior technicians. “Well? How’s it going? Are you succeeding?”
Valanson looked uncomfortable.
“Well?”
“I shouldn’t be doing this. Brain-stripping is illegal.”
“I do wish you wouldn’t call it that,” Samantha scolded.
After following Samantha’s gaze and looking at Claire Hyndman’s pale face, Valanson secretly hoped his efforts would be in vain.”
― Andrew R. Williams, Samantha's Revenge

“Samantha sent in mercenaries so fingers could not be pointed at the Minton Mining Company,” Morley replied.
“Okay. Where is this leading?”
“The operation was a total disaster. The Fyfield Valley is the homeland of The Great Ones. They learnt of her plans and prepared an ambush. The only survivor is Claire Hyndman. She was the woman you just saw in the suspension unit.”
― Andrew R. Williams, Samantha's Revenge

“A seductive female voice added, “Hello Henry, I’m the deputy director. But you can call me Samantha.”
Henry’s response was accusing. “You’re a droid!”
“I’m an R9054, one of the most powerful robotic systems devised by Ingermann-Verex, my makers. And I prefer the term humanoid if you don’t mind.”
Locking onto her image, Henry noted the strange wrap-round view panel enshrouding the top part of the body shell.
Inside, there was a human face seemingly trapped inside an electronic body. Although he’d seen a number of droids with similar face screens, Samantha’s was the most realistic, so he guessed her claims of being top of her range were probably right.”
― Andrew R. Williams, Samantha's Revenge

“Doing as he was told, Lars called out, “I’m looking at a woman in a suspension unit. I think she’s dying.”
He ripped the helmet off again and glared at Morley. “Why do I have to watch somebody dying?”
“The person you saw was Claire Hyndman. Her father is Alan Hyndman. He’s a big wheel on Arden.”
“So?”
“The RTTC suggests the real Claire Hyndman died and Samantha brain-stripped her and created a substitute.”
― Andrew R. Williams, Samantha's Revenge

“This time they picked up their hand luggage and moved away from their son, following Lieges towards the air-van. But instead of changing his stance, Alain Pen just dug in hull-down. “They won’t go without me,” he told Morley confidently. “So what are you really up to, eh? I know we’re not going to Bull Crater on holiday.”
“You’ve got a vivid imagination, kid.”
“Stop calling me kid,” Alain objected. “I know something’s going on and I’ve reported it to my section leader.”
― Andrew R. Williams, Samantha's Revenge

“Watching the lecture hall fill for a while longer, Rummings picked up the gun, rested the barrel on the parapet and waited expectantly. A senior mining executive walked up to a rostrum and began to talk to the waiting audience.
Rummings took careful aim and squeezed the trigger. A large hole appeared in the curtain glazing surrounding the building and the executive staggered sideways.
After pumping a few more bullets into the dying man’s body, Rummings abandoned the rifle, ran back to the exit door, paused long enough to strip off the coveralls and then raced down the stairs. Once in the corridor, he deliberately slowed himself down, calmly called a lift and went down to the ground floor again.”
― Andrew R. Williams, Samantha's Revenge

“Coming back, he took the tracker out of Morley’s hand, slid back into the car and flipped a switch. An internal Mannheim, a force shield, flared into life, dividing the front of the car from the rear. Once he was satisfied the Mannheim would prevent the sound of their voices being picked up by any undiscovered bugs he spoke. “I have a plan, a way to turn the tables on them.”
“How?” Instead of explaining, Lieges waved his hand at the stray dog. Thinking it was going to be fed, the mutt came over. Lieges grabbed it, removed some of the gum he was chewing, fixed the bug to it and stuck the gum under the dog’s collar. Picking the dog up, he placed it in the front of the air-car.
Morley hissed. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Thinking laterally,” Lieges replied. “We’ll fly a few kilometres from here and push the dog out. The BlackClads will then lock onto the dog and not us. No doubt they’ll realise something is wrong after they’ve been tracking it for a while, but it will probably buy us some time.”
― Andrew R. Williams, Samantha's Revenge

“Morley shrugged. “Who knows? Who cares? It’s not our problem. If everything works out as planned, in a few hours, we’ll be off-moon. And goodbye Arden.”
He attached a distorter to his own collar and turned to face Liege. “So what do you think?”
“You look different,” Lieges confirmed. Then pessimism returned. “Let’s hope we don’t get caught wearing these distortion collars. We could get two years.”
― Andrew R. Williams, Samantha's Revenge