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“The flower inside the fruit that is both its parent and its child. Decadent as ancestors. The portal and that which passes. Nuclear devices activated, and the machine keeps pushing time through the cogs, like paste into strings into paste again, and only the machine keeps using time to make time to make time. And when the machine stops, time was an illusion that we created free will.”

Quote by Ronald D. Moore

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Ronald D. Moore
Ronald D. Moore

Ronald D. Moore (born July 5, 1964) is an American screenwriter and television producer, best known for his work on the Star Trek franchise and for reimagining Battlestar Galactica. He began his career in the late 1980s, contributing to Star Trek: The Next Generation and Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. His reboot of Battlestar Galactica (2004) earned critical acclaim for its gritty realism and complex characters. Moore's work often explores themes of politics, morality, and human nature, making him a significant figure in modern science fiction television. He also created Outlander and For All Mankind. more

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