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“Son âge! Jusqu’à la fin de ses jours, Hugo en entendrait parler. Parce qu’il se retrouvait, à quatorze ans, le dernier-né des Québécois. Après sa naissance, plus un seul nourrisson n’avait vu le jour dans ce petit coin de la planète. Quand Hugo regardait ses parents, il lisait son propre avenir: un poste de contrôleur pour le réso, avec prime au rendement et quatre semaines de vacances en fin de carrière. Que le blues commence! Pourtant, il s’en passait des choses sur le réso. Hugo le savait, car il était l’un des rares civils à pouvoir s’y promener librement. Et il y faisait parfois d’étranges découvertes…”

“On dit que le Vaisseau est si immense qu’un enfant pourrait marcher toute sa vie le long de la nef vers le chœur, sans jamais l’atteindre ; que ce seraient ses petits-enfants qui atteindraient finalement les murs de la Cité de Contrôle, et qui tambourineraient sur les vantaux d’uranium, dans le vain espoir d’être admis à l’intérieur… (nouvelle "Équinoxe")”

“Dale’s face is older. Just a little. Around the eyes and mouth. The skin of his neck. The back of his hands. Maybe not, he thinks, turning on the faucet, letting the water grow warm then hot. He begins shaving his lubricated chin and cheeks. Chrysalis hibernation slows things down, but it doesn't stop them, not all together, and he finds himself to currently resemble something between a derelict and a college student, neither one ringing particularly desirable in his present mood.”

“ When St. Kari of the Blade Met Luke Skywalker, Star Wars Jedi Knight  “What’s that?” Kari asked pointing to the silvery object attached to Luke’s waist. “It’s my lightsaber,” Luke said cautiously, not knowing where this was going. “It’s like your sword, only many years advanced.” “I see me thinks,” grinned Kari, “although I cannot see how such a short object labors as a sword. Can you show me how? Here, block my blade.” Kari pull-whipped her sharp, simple straight edge fast and held it so that its steel shaft was stationed off Lukes left shoulder. “I don’t want to ruin your sword,” Luke said with a slight grinning shrug. “It will cut your blade in half.” “No it shan’t. C’mon and try” quipped Kari, her violet-grey eyes dancing with mirth. Luke felt compelled just a little bit to teach the seemingly uncomplicated girl a lesson in advanced blade-play. He struck at her sword, but to his amazement, the laser did not cut through Kari’s antiquated, plain cross-hilt weapon, as it easily should have. She wryed and smiled. “I’ve never seen anything like this,” Luke said eyes widening in surprise. “The only thing that resists a lightsaber cut is Cortosis.” “Let me try cutting at you,” Kari said, her gridelin eyes glittering in delight. As she struck Luke’s sword, the neat humming cylindrical beam of laser light that was Luke’s blade fell as one solid piece to the ground and began to eat itself inward and disappear, both ends vaporizing and fizzling, meeting in the middle and ending with a loud “pop!” “How did you do that?” Skywalker asked in amazement. “What’s your sword made of?” Kari smiled. “My sword is made of adamantine eternal belief. It both cut and resisted your blade because I shalled it to. I am she. All swordplay in the ’Halla exists on the edge of belief, something you will have to learn if you are to survive here whilst your sky-ship is being refitted and rigged out. Learn about the ’Halla, Luke.” Luke awkwardly grimaced. His lightsaber was an amazing piece of advanced technology and here this wispy backwater of a fencing lass had just “out-believed” him, making his well-ahead art of laser swordplay more primitive than the girl’s unadorned straightedge. He remembered Yoda’s words on failure and belief and felt stupid. The word Jedi was not in Kari’s vocabulary, Luke thought, but notwithstanding, she seemed more than a Jedi than he.”

“The gods demand entertainment. They demand trial and contest. We could not be allowed to defeat our own daemons, for that would be boring, and boredom is the only thing the eternals fear. We are being lined up, one by one, to tear at each other's throats. I do not think they wish to see a victor. I think they wish us to fight forever, locked in madness until the universe's end”

“Some readers may realize that this story, first published in 1956, has been overtaken by events. In 1965, astronomers discovered that Mercury does not keep one side always to the Sun, but has a period of rotation of about fifty-four days, so that all parts of it are exposed to the sunlight at one time or another. Well, what can I do except say that I wish astronomers would get things right to begin with? And I certainly refuse to change the story to suit their whims.”

“Blacker than the night, the wedge penetrated the darkness. An F 117 raced by, the roar from its engines screaming through the interior of the chopper, and then it sliced away a piece of sky and disappeared into the void. -Narrator, Truth Insurrected: The Saint Mary Project”

“If the floating cultura contained its fair share and then some of subsidized children of fortune, wealthy sybarites, refugees from ennui, and their attendant parasitic organisms, did these not serve as a communal matrix for the merchants, artists, scientist, aesthetes, and pilgrims who travelled among the stars for higher purposes? In ancient days, the courts of monarchs served as similar distillations of the more rarefied essences of human culture; these too were gilded cages filled with self-pampered birds of paradise, but in their precincts were to be found the philosophers, artists, and mages of the age.”

“I trust you won’t make a run for it as long as I’m here.” Emil laughed. “Is that what they told you when they assigned you as my handler? That I’m docile and friendly? That I’m cooperative and pleasant to be around? That if I wanted you dead, you’d already be dead? That’s a little too much faith put in government employees, if you ask me.”

“Plants: infinite plants, not one species known to the visitors from the house of Man. Infinite shades and intensities of green, violet, purple, brown, red. Infinite silences. Only the wind moved, swaying leaves and fronds, a warm soughing wind laden with spores and pollens, blowing the sweet pale-green dust over prairies of great grasses, heaths that bore no heather, flowerless forests where no foot had ever walked, no eye had ever looked. A warm, sad world, sad and serene.”

“By the standards of a tourist strolling past looking for a quick lunch, the place was a dive. The sign on the window was small and easy to miss, and the antique feel of the place wasn't the prepackaged, old-shit-on-the-wall nostalgia that came with so many chain restaurants. The cafe was just old, and everything about it said old. But Jon liked it that way, if only because it kept the tourists away and spared him from hearing imported ignorance when there was plenty of local ignorance to go around.”

“La modestia nos impide decirlo en voz alta, pero a veces pensamos, de nosotros mismos, que somos maravillosos. Entretanto, no queremos conquistar el cosmos, solo pretendemos ensanchar las fronteras de la Tierra. Unos planetas habrán de ser desérticos, como el Sáhara; otros gélidos, al igual que el polo; o bien tropicales, como la selva brasileña. Somos humanitarios y nobles. No aspiramos a conquistar otras razas, tan solo deseamos transmitirles nuestros valores y, a cambio, recibir su herencia. Nos consideramos caballeros de Santo Contacto. Esa es otra falsedad. No buscamos nada, salvo personas. No necesitamos otros mundos. Necesitamos espejos. No sabemos qué hacer con otros mundos. Con uno, ya nos atragantamos. Aspiramos a dar con nuestra propia e idealizada imagen: habrá planetas y civilizaciones más perfectas que la nuestra; en otras, en cambio, esperamos encontrar el reflejo de nuestro primitivo pasado. Mientras, al otro lado subsiste algo que no aceptamos, de lo que nos defendemos, ¡pero si de la Tierra no hemos traído más que un destilado de virtudes, la heroica estatua del Hombre! Hemos llegado aquí tal como somos en realidad y cuando la otra parte, la parte que silenciamos, nos muestra esa verdad, ¡no somos capaces de aceptarlo!”