Sway's an idiot who didn't order them when we used up the last bunch. (Vik) Isn't that your job? (Devyn) No. I'm the sub-idiot. Sway's head idiot because the company refuses to deal with mechas. Since I'm not organic, they think I can't pay. (Vik) Thanks, Vik. (Devyn) Ever my pleasure to irritate you, sir. (Vik)
Dammit, Vik. How can you not know what's wrong with this thing? Can't you commune with it or something? (Devyn) My name is not 'Dammit, Vik' and I find it ironic that you think I can commune with all metal beings when you can barely communicate your point of view to your own parents. And they birthed you. I did not give birth to this ship. Last time I checked, I was male and that would be impossible on a multitude of levels. (Vik)
Any more bitching from the geriatric crew? What a bunch of old women. Should I hire another crewmate to change your bed diapers while I'm at it? Next time I'll let The League have you. Vik, I'm relinquishing control back to you. (Devyn) It's what I live for. By the way, ye organic life forms aren't the only ones who've soiled themselves. Can I have a minute to attend my needs, Captain Asshole? (Vik)
You know, Vik, you're amazingly human at times. (Alix) I know. But I wonder if the feelings I have are real or just electrical stimulations in my cortex that simulate human emotion. I wish I knew if they were real or imagined. (Vik) And that makes you completely human, sweetie. We all have those doubts. (Alix)
How could you let him do this? (Shahara) I know you're not going to pin this on me, Shay. I didn't raise the embryo. You did. It's what you get for teaching him things like honor, love, courage, and loyalty. If you'd left him a scared little snot-nose, he'd still be living in your basement. (Vik)
See, Sway, that's what you get for flunking your pilot's test six times... which I'm pretty sure is a record of some sort. If not for the actual flunking, definitely for the persistence in pursuing that which you obviously have no talent for. Personally, I wouldn't let you fly a remote-control kid's plane. (Vik) Shut up before I find a can opener. (Sway)
The articles were extremely eye-opening. Not just in Teen Vogue but in Seventeen and CosmoGirl as well. They were all about being yourself, staying natural, loving your body as is, and going green! The messages were the exact opposite of Vik and Viv's. Hmmmmm. Frankie turned to face the full-length mirror that was up against the yellow wardrobe. She opened her robe and examined her body. Fit, muscular, and exquisitely proportioned, she agreed with the magazines. So what if her skin was mint? Or her limbs were attached with seams? According to the magazines, which were - no offense! - way more in touch with the times than her parents were, she was suppose to love her body just the way it was. And she did! Therefor if the normies read magazines (which obviously they did, because they were in them), then they would love her, too. Natural was in. Besides she was Daddy's perfect little girl. And who didn't love perfect?
Vad fruktar jag? Jag e¤r en del utav oe¤ndligheten. Jag e¤r en del av alltets stora kraft, en ensam ve¤rld inom miljoner ve¤rldar, en fe¶rsta gradens stje¤rna lik som slocknar sist. Triumf att leva, triumf att andas, triumf att finnas till! Triumf att ke¤nna tiden iskall rinna genom sina e¥dror och he¶ra nattens tysta flod och ste¥ pe¥ berget under solen. Jag ge¥r pe¥ sol, jag ste¥r pe¥ sol, jag vet av ingenting annat e¤n sol. Tid - fe¶rvandlerska, tid - fe¶rste¶rerska, tid - fe¶rtrollerska kommer du med nya re¤nker, tusen lister fe¶r att bjuda mig en tillvaro som ett litet fre¶, som en ringlad orm, som en klippa i havet? Tid - du me¶rderska - vik ifre¥n mig! Solen fyller upp mitt bre¶st med ljuvlig honung upp till randen och hon se¤ger: en ge¥ng slockna alla stje¤rnor, men de lysa alltid utan skre¤ck.