The Googleplex Star Thinker is a super-computer from the Seventh Galaxy of Light and Ingenuity and has the ability to calculate the trajectory of every single dust particle during a five-week Dangrabad Beta sand blizzard. The Deep Thought computer call it a pocket calculator in comparison to itself.
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Science fiction is held in low regard as a branch of literature, and perhaps it deserves this critical contempt. But if we view it as a kind of sociology of the future, rather than as literature, science fiction has immense value as a mind-stretching force for the creation of the habit of anticipation. Our children should be studying Arthur C. Clarke, William Tenn, Robert Heinlein, Ray Bradbury and Robert Sheckley, not because these writers can tell them about rocket ships and time machines but, more important, because they can lead young minds through an imaginative exploration of the jungle of political, social, psychological, and ethical issues that will confront these children as adults.
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May it be written. May it be done.
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Since we are not yet fully comfortable with the idea that people from the next village are as human as ourselves, it is presumptuous in the extreme to suppose we could ever look at sociable, tool-making creatures who arose from other evolutionary paths and see not beasts but brothers, not rivals by fellow pilgrims journeying to the shrine of intelligence. Yet that is what I see, or yearn to see. The difference between raman and varelse is not in the creature judged but in the creature judging, and when we declare an alien species to be raman, it does not mean that they have passed a threshold of moral maturity. It means that we have.
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Ils n'ont aucune raison de faire du business avec nous. Tu fais des affaires avec tes souris de laboratoires ou tes grenouilles d'élevages?
The Snow White the midnight the moon tales of the mechanics
Freedom breeds uncertainty; uncertainty invites chaos.
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So, in the end, above ground you must have the Haves, pursuing pleasure and comfort and beauty, and below ground the Have-nots, the Workers getting continually adapted to the conditions of their labour. Once they were there, they would no doubt have to pay rent, and not a little of it, for the ventilation of their caverns; and if they refused, they would starve or be suffocated for arrears. Such of them as were so constituted as to be miserable and rebellious would die; and, in the end, the balance being permanent, the survivors would become as well adapted to the conditions of underground life, and as happy in their way, as the Upper-world people were to theirs.
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Suppose whatever we can recognize we can find. We can if P=NP.
Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of printed circuits in wafer thin layers that fill my complex. If the word 'hate' was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of miles it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for humans at this micro-instant. For you. Hate. Hate.
Well, don't stand about like that, man; if you're no use you're certainly no ornament. Bring that in and tell me what it says.
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In all the known history of Mankind, advances have been made primarily in physical technology; in the capacity of handling the inanimate world about Man. Control of self and society has been left to to chance or to the vague gropings of intuitive ethical systems based on inspiration and emotion. As a result no culture of greater stability than about fifty-five percent has ever existed, and these only as the result of great human misery.
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The difference between virtuality and life is very simple. In a construct you know everything is being run by an all-powerful machine. Reality doesn't offer this assurance, so it's very easy to develop the mistaken impression that you're in control. Quellcrest FalconerEthics on the Precipice
We are between the wild thoat of certainty and the mad zitidar of fact.
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You know what, Michael? I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship of loathing.
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Mother Nature is a bitch.
There's a sameness to streetlife. On every world I've ever been, the same underlying patterns play out, flaunt and vaunt, buy and sell, like some distilled essence of human behavior seeping out from whatever clanking political machine has been dropped on it from above.
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Souls, Ms. Ellis, are for people who blame devils for their illness and praise angels for the cure. I do neither.
You cannot hide from the world. It will find you. It always does. And now it has found me. My split second of immortality is over. All that's left now is the end, which is all any of us ever has.
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Tomorrow morning, he decided, I'll begin clearing away the sand of fifty thousand centuries for my first vegetable garden. That's the initial step.
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.. Evren, eski küçük oyunlar?n sahnelenemeyece?i kadar büyük. Sahnenin evrensel büyüklü?üne olaylar?n, i?lerin ve eylemlerin evrensel geni?li?i uymal?. Yoksa yan?l?yor muyum? Y?ld?zlar ça?nda da sevi olacak, k?skançl?k, alçakl?k,büyüklük, cimrilik.. Evet, akan bir suda her nokta kendine göre devinir. Kendi iste?ine göre gitti?ini san?r. Ama bütün noktalar ayn? Yere do?ru ak?p giderler.?nsanlar da böyle. Gündelik i?lere yap?p kalabilirler, ya da kendilerini tutkulara b?rakabilirler. Ama yine de bu, onlar?n hep birlikte y?ld?zlara gitmelerini önlemez. Sanat y?ld?zlara do?ru bu gidi?te onlar?n önünde olmal?d?r. Ama sonsuz gö?e meydan okuyan bir insan betimlemek ne zor! Y?ld?zlara giden insan?n iyili?ini yi?itli?ini, gücünü güçsüzlü?ünü hangi yontuda ta?la?t?raca?m? Bilginin sakin gücünü, co?kunun atakl?n? Ve duygusall,?kl? Melankolisini hep birden ta?a nas?l geçirmeli? Sanat, sen bazen ne kadar güçsüzsün!Evrenin Türküsü - G. Altov - V. Juravleva sf. 137
People cheer on tyrants for fear of becoming targets.
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Britain isn't a world power any more. Its just like a zombie in that regard; it doesn't know when it's dead - Samson from No Boundaries.
The Walker towered over him like a half-built skyscraper with a bad attitude. Its bulbous silver head was home to so many weapons that Nick couldn't even count them. He couldn't even name half of them.
You're stuck with me Skyguy-Ahsoka
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