507 Quotes About Scifi

I get why we need to go as a couple. That way, I would be her official defender. Any move against her would be a direct insult to me.

Victory slipped through our fingers the moment Horus chose to reach into the dark and something reached back. We sacrificed our ambitions on the altar of his hubris, and when he fell, he dragged us all down inexorably with him. And not just Horus- Fulgrim as well. And Angron. Magnus. Lorgar. The gods you worship are nothing save lies, hidden behind masks of folklore and superstition. Interdimensional cancers, their mindless hunger confused for sentience amongst the lost and the damned".

A funny thing, dreams. Even when your brain is convinced that it was all just imagination, you still find yourself looking around, just in case a remnant of the dream has found its way into your world and is now resting behind a curtain ready to pounce when you least expect it.

Her head dropped into her hands. Dammit! She’d spent months preparing for the challenges of a war against an immortal enemy wielding vastly superior numbers. She’d spent years preparing for the challenges of leading an assemblage of disparate fleets headed by disparate personalities. But it had never occurred to her to prepare for the challenges of her dead husband walking back into her life in the middle of both. She had no idea what to do, but she was fairly certain she was doing it wrong.

Two encounters in the deepest space. The first terrifying enough; the second far too terrifying for those involved.

She feels a little sad. Is she sad? Helen considers an alternative: She is dehydrated.

Glacier blue plasma rippled and sparked across the interior of the portal. “It seems keeping secrets is what you do.”“Secrets are merely the necessary means. Survival is the end goal. Survival of ourselves, survival of species who do not deserve to be eradicated from the universe. Survival of the universe itself.”“Survival’s noble and all, but what good is it without the freedom to live as you choose?”“A question you have the luxury to ask because you survive.

Is this neuro-bot really supposed to be her, this creature, this thing, compiled of the ghosts of human data, the replicas of their past?

Science is about the desperate effort to catch up with the 13.7 billion year-old facts (give or take an eon or two).