Samples Originals

'To create an artificial being has been the dream of man since the birth of science. Not merely the beginning of the modern age when our forbearers astonished the world with the first thinking machines, primitive monsters that could play chess. How far we have come. The artificial being is a reality of perfect simulacrum, articulated in limb, articulate in speech and not lacking|in human response.'

'A sensory toy with intelligent behavioral circuits using neurone-sequencing technology as old as I am. I believe that my work on mapping the impulse pathways in a single neurone can enable us to construct a Mecha of a qualitatively different order. I propose that we build a robot who can love. Love?'

'I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain.'

'Incept dates. Don't know. I don't know such stuff. I just do eyes. Just eyes, just genetic design. Just eyes. If only you could see what I've seen with your eyes. Now questions.'

'The fourth skin-job is Pris, a basic pleasure model. The standard item for military clubs in the outer colonies. They were designed to copy human beings in every way except their emotions. The designers reckoned that after a few years, they might develop their own emotional response. You know, hate, love, fear, anger, envy. So they built in a failsafe device. Which is what? Four year lifespan.'

...this is W-9 GFO. CQ, this is W-9 GFO here. Come back? CQ this is W-9 GFO here. Come back? CQ, this is W-9 GFO. Is anybody out there? Not getting anything. Small moves, Ellie. Small moves. CQ, this is W-9 GFO here. Come back? Copy, W-9 GFO. K-4 WLD here. What do I say? Just be yourself. Where are you, K-4 WLD? Come back? Pensacola. Over. Pensacola, where's Pensacola? I'll give you a hint. Orange juice. Copy that, K-4 WLD. How's the weather down there in Florida? Pensacola, Florida. I have to tell you, Sparks. 1,116 miles. Pretty good. That's the farthest yet.

'Hey, Dad? Do you think there's people on other planets? I don't know, Sparks. But I guess I'd say, if it is just us, it seems like an awful waste of space.'

'CQ, this is W-9 GFO. Repeat. This is W-9 GFO. Come back? I'm going to need a bigger antenna.'

'I know it's hard to understand this now but we aren't always meant to know why things happen the way they do. Sometimes, we just have to accept it as God's will. I should have kept medicine in the downstairs bathroom. Then I could've gotten to it sooner.'

'The question that I'm asking is this: Are we happier as a human race? Is the world fundamentally a better place because of science and technology? We shop at home, we surf the Web but at the same time we feel emptier and more cut off from each other than at any other time in human history. We're becoming a synthesized society in a hurry to get to the...'

'Doctor, are you familiar with the scientific precept known as Occam's Razor? Yes. It means if the things are equal the simplest explanation tends to be the right one. Exactly. Now. You tell me. What is more likely here? That a message from aliens results in a magical machine that whisks you away to the center of the galaxy to go windsurfing with your own Dad and a split second later returns you home without a single shred of proof? Or that your experience is the result of being the unwitting star in the farewell performance of one S.R. Hadden? A man with the means and motive and the opportunity to play you and all of us as pawns in the biggest, the most elaborate, the most expensive hoax of all time?'

'First, there was darkness. Then came the strangers. They were a race as old as time itself. They had mastered the ultimate technology, the ability to alter physical reality by will alone. They called this ability tuning. But they were dying. Their civilization was in decline. And so they abandoned their world, seeking a cure for their own mortality. Their endless journey brought them to a small blue world in the farthest corner of the galaxy. Our world. Here they thought they had finally found what they had been searching for. My name is Dr. Daniel Paul Schreiber. I am just a man. I help the strangers conduct their experiments. I have betrayed my own kind.'

'You are confused, aren't you? Frightened? That's all right. I can help you. Who is this? I am a doctor. Now you must listen to me. You have lost your memory. There was an experiment. Something went wrong. Your memory was erased. Do you understand me? No, I don't understand. What the hell is going on here? Just listen. There are people coming for you, even as we speak. You must not let them find you. You must leave now. Hello? Are you there?'

'The beginning is a very delicate time. Know then, that it is the year 10,191. The known universe is ruled by the Padashar Emperor Shaddam the Fourth, my father. In this time, the most precious substance in the universe is the spice, Melange. The spice extends life; the spice expands consciousness; the spice is vital to space travel. The Spacing Guild and its navigators, who the spice has mutated over 4,000 years, use the orange spice gas which gives them the ability to fold space. That is, travel to any part of the universe without moving. Oh yes, I forgot to tell you. The spice exists on only one planet in the entire universe; a desolate, dry planet, with vast deserts. Hidden away within the rocks of these deserts are a people known as the Freman, who have long held a prophecy that a man would come - a messiah - who would lead them to true freedom. The planet is Arrakis, also known as Dune'

We have just folded space from Ix. Yes? How was your journey? Many machines on Ix. New machines. Oh? Yes. Better than those on Richese. You are transparent. I see many things. I see plans within plans. I see two great houses. House Atreides. House Harkonnen feuding. I see you behind it. Yes? You must share with us. The Atreides...

The sleeper must awaken.

It is by will alone I set my mind in motion It is by the juice of Sapho that thoughts acquire speed. The lips acquire stains, the stains become a warning. It is by will alone I set my mind in motion. It is by will alone I set my mind in motion. It is by the juice of Sapho that thoughts acquire speed. The lips acquire stains, the stains become a warning. It is by will alone I set my mind in motion.

Soon they'll begin to fold space. Far off in the control rooms of spice gas. Travelling without moving.

Spice. Pure, unrefined spice.

The second moon. The sleeper must awaken. Am I the one?

He who controls the spice, controls the universe.

Listen to me. Listen. You wanted to know about my dreams. Well, I've just had a waking dream. Do you know why? The spice. It's in everything here. Calm yourself. Like the truth, say, I'm drunk. It's poison. You knew the spice would change me. But thanks to your teachings, it's changing my consciousness. I see it. I can see it! Is he the one? You carry my unborn sister in your womb. He knows.

The dream unfolds.

This is part of the weirding way that we will teach you. Some thoughts have a certain sound, that being the equivalent to a form. Through sound and motion, you will be able to paralyze nerves, shatter bones, set fires, suffocate an enemy or burst his organs. We will kill until no Harkonnen breathes Arrakeen air. Muad'Dib!

Traveling without moving. Now I truly control the worm. And the spice. And I have the power to destroy the spice forever!

Muad'Dib had become the hand of God, fulfilling the Fremen prophecy. Where there was war, Muad'Dib would now bring peace. Where there was hatred, Muad'Dib would bring love. To lead the people to true freedom, and to change the face of Arrakis.

Kali Maa raksha bhiti hai hamahi. Shabbat deni hai humko bhakti ki. Maas aur khun ka de ke bani daar. Kali Maa protects us. We are children. We pledge our devotion to her with an offering of flesh and blood.

What'd you just call me? Lepton. What the hell's that? You won't understand. Oh, wait a minute. Speak slowly then. Okay. A lepton is a Z particle. So? Do you know what protons and electrons are? Yeah. Okay. What are they? They're those teeny tiny things that atoms are made out of. Well, leptons are even smaller.

We have met before, haven't we? I don't think so. Where was it you think we met? At your house. Don't you remember? No. No. I don't. Are you sure? Of course. As a matter of fact, I'm there right now. What do you mean you're where right now? At your house. That's fucking crazy, man. Call me. Dial your number. Go ahead. I told you I was here. How'd you do that? Ask me. How'd you get inside my house? You invited me. It is not my custom to go or I'm not wanted. Who are you? Give me back my phone. It's been a pleasure talking to you.

As you are aware, Alpha Prime is the only other habitable planet yet detected by deep space recon. My crew will sleep away our 10 year journey there in suspended animation. Once we have rendezvoused with the research colony on Alpha, I will supervise construction of a hypergate. By then, technicians here on Earth will have completed the companion hypergate in our planet's orbit. Once both gates are complete, ships will be able to pass. Instantaneously between them, immediate colonization of Alpha Prime will be possible. Can't you just use the Jupiter's hyper-engine to zap straight to alpha prime? Hyperspace exists beneath normal space. If you try to enter hyperspace without a gate, your exit vector is random. There's no telling where you'd come out. 98% of the galaxy is still uncharted. There's a lot of space out there to get lost. Professor, how is Captain Daniels recovering from the flu? Will he still be able to pilot the mission? Ladies and gentlemen...

The substructure of the Universe regresses infinitely toward smaller and smaller components. Behind atoms we find electrons, and behind electrons quarks. Each layer unravelled reveals new secrets, but also new mysteries. Academician Prokhor Zakharov. For I have tasted the fruit.

'In November of 1974, a small group from SETI, S.E.T.I. search for extra terrestial intelligence used a radio dishes at Arecibo to send out a message to whoever might be listening. They sent about a quarter of a kilobyte including structure of human DNA, a map of our solarsystem, population of the earth, helpful facts like that.'

'In Januari of 1993 Arecibo recived a message back, from an extra terrestial, unknown source'

'Intelligent life beyond this planet.'

'I'm one million kilometers from the star's corona.'

Going over the wall. Coming to bearing 065. Flatbed, you online? 10-4, Lindsay. We read you loud and clear. Starting our descent. Divers, how you doing? Everybody's okay so far. Hang on, boys. It's all downhill from here. Hey, how deep's the drop-off here? Here's a mountainous bit, baby. Two and a half miles straight down. Cap 3, it's Bud. You online? Cap 3, check, I'm right behind you.

It's trying to communicate. It's Bud. (giggle) It's wonderful.. It's me. No, no, no, no. Shh, it's okay, it's okay. What is it? Is it alive? Maybe, no.

'A kind of dream world appeared, a quite a quite a feeling of oneness with the world, a very strange experience which remain reminded me to some experience I had in childhood. Sometimes when I was in nature, in the forest, in the wood, that I had some kind of, I would say, mystical experiences. The feeling of oneness to be one with nature, the feeling to see now the true aspects of nature, the beauty and and which filled me with happiness.'

'I believe with the advent of acid, we discovered a new way to think. And it had to do with piecing together new thoughts in your mind that produced people like Bob Dylan and John Lennon and William s Burroughs that were using new images together in a way that jarred the mind and produced images that were latent in our consciousness, but were not being brought about by reading Vanity Fair.'

'You're introduced to LSD unless you've taken some other drug, like, for instance, like marijuana or something. Well, you know, it's an altogether new thing. And you actually can have a religious experience, and it can be even more important than reading the Bible six times or or be becoming a pope or something like that.'

'What is it about it that that is scares people so deeply? Even the guy that invented it. What is it? Because they're afraid that there's more to reality than they have confronted, that there are doors, that they're afraid to go in, and they don't want us to go in there either because if we go in, we might learn something that they don't know. And that makes us a little out of their control.'

'The common way we think about the nature of the human mind is that it is either sane or insane. LSD hints to us that there is a an area of the mind which could be called unsane, beyond sanity, and yet not insane. Think of a circle with a fine split in it. At one end is insanity. You go around the circle to sanity. And on the other end of the circle, close to insanity, but not insanity, is unsanity. This is perhaps where all the superlative efforts of humanity come from, not only of art, but of science. And it may be that we are could approach it by a thoughtful, wise study of LSD.'

I am Oz! The great and powerful Oz knows why you have come!

Five billion people died in 1996 and 1997. Almost the entire population of the world. Only about 1% of us survived. Are you going to save us, Mr. Cole? How can I save you? This already happened. I can't save you, nobody can. I'm simply trying to gather information to help the people in the present trace the path of the virus. We're not in the present now, Mr. Cole? No.

I don't really come from outer space. Oh, L.J. Washington, he doesn't really come from outer space. Don't mock me, my friend. Get out of my chair! It's a condition of mental divergence. I find myself on the planet Ogo, part of an intellectual elite preparing to subjugate the barbarian hordes on Pluto.

They're protecting the people on the outside from us when the people on the outside are as crazy as us.

During such an attack in the French trenches in October of 1917, we have an account of this soldier, who during assault was wounded by shrapnel and hospitalized, apparently in a state of hysteria. Doctors found that he had lost all comprehension of French, but that he spoke English fluently, albeit in regional dialect they didn't recognize. The man, though physically unaffected by the gas, was beside himself. He claimed that he had come from the future, that he was looking for a pure germ that would ultimately wipe mankind off the face of the earth starting in the year 1996. Though injured, the young soldier disappeared from the hospital, no doubt trying to carry on his mission to war and others and substituting for the agony of war, a self-inflicted agony, we call the Cassandra Complex. Cassandra, in Greek legend, you recall, was condemned to know the future, but to be disbelieved when she foretold it. Hence, the agony of foreknowledge combined with the impotence to do anything about it. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

But the trick is, you got to realize that you're dreaming in the first place. You got to be able to recognize it. You got to be able to ask yourself, 'Hey, man, is this a dream?'. Most people never ask themselves that ,when they're awake or especially when they're asleep. Seems like everyone's sleepwalking through their waking state or wake walking through their dreams.

'... experience is intangible. So much of what we perceive cannot be expressed. It's unspeakable. And yet, you know, when we communicate with one another, and we, we feel that we have connected, and we think that we're understood, I think we have a feeling of almost spiritual communion. And that feeling might be transient, but I think it's what we live for.'

It's everybody. We're all feeding each other. We must be in heaven, man! There is always a little bit of heaven in a disaster area. Yeah!