I would defer to your expertise in shooting and killing things. You should defer to mine in data analysis.

One of the Albons thought he should deliver his message in person, Sir, but some of the men pointed out that he was mistaken.” “Did they throw him down the stairs?” “A little, yes.

It’s not a baby, it’s a copy of me, made with code.” Amena folded her arms and looked intensely skeptical. “That you and ART made together, with code. Code which both of you are also made out of.

But they were humans – who knows why they did anything?

Sometimes humans can’t help but let emotion bleed through into the feed.

Maybe it was something subliminal. Actually, it felt pretty liminal. Pro-liminal. Up-liminal?

This is how we fight: throw ourselves at each other and see whose parts give out first.

Oh, I’ve no sense of self-preservation,” Reynard replied easily. “That’s what I depend on you for.

If you had to take care of humans, it was better to take care of small soft ones who were nice to you and thought you were great because you kept preventing them from being murdered.

I have a plan.” This was true. “I just don’t know whether it will actually work or not.” This, unfortunately, was also true.