Quotes from John Zakour

Yeah, but will it hurt?"' I asked. "This is science, Zach," Randy said, reassuringly, as he tilted my head back and lowered the lens to my eye. "Of course it will hurt.

It was an office of a guy who won't take spam from anybody.

My second thought was to fire a gunshot, but the last time I did that his security robots jumped me. It only takes one cavity search by a robot to convince you that's an experience you don't want to have twice. This called for a more subtle approach.

I remembered the last time I put this thing into my eye it was more painful than watching old political speeches while listening to the "Macarena" and having a root canal performed by an angry, clumsy chimp.

I often say if men were meant to fly we would have been born with either feathers and wings or at the very least parachutes that pop out of our butts.

I didn't respond to that. I'm not scared of heights. I'm just scared of falling from heights.

Twoa said, obviously still in my brain. It was my pheromones, she said defensively. I looked up at her; she was sniffing herself. She looked down at me. Okay, maybe it wasn't ALL the pheromones, she admitted. Nobody makes a good deodorant for superheroes.

Thing is, I am not a big fan of hovers. I firmly believe that if man was meant to fly we'd have feathers, rubber bones, or better insurance coverage.

My number one fear is heights. Well, not so much the heights but the falling from heights. Actually the falling isn't that bad (I have a strong heart), it's the sudden stops that are painful. Believe me — I experienced it once.

Walking into Nova Hollywood, I remembered why I didn't come here more often. I like a good slice of cheese as much as the next guy, but this place would be too cheesy for a giant mutant rat who had been starving for a week.

No thanks," I answered, "I never take rides from strangers, thugs who've tried to kill me or people with poor personal hygiene. Congratulations, by the way, for being the first person to qualify in all three categories.

Foo Kyu' is just a very unfortunate cultural coincidence. Just think about his poor son, 'Foo Kyu Two.'

I smiled, reached into my pockets and pulled out a pair of ultrapowerful earplugs, the kind that are standard issue for skyway construction workers, artillery soldiers, and roadies for the thirty-five most popular teen boy bands.

I focused the power from my armor into my leg and kicked the door in. The metal and plastic fibers splintered and the hinges ripped free from the wall. "By the way, boss," HARV said. "I believe that the door was unlocked.

You bastard, stop that whistling and fight me like a man!

As a matter of fact, Ona spent more credits on the window shades alone than you will make in your entire lifetime and that's if you live to be 185." "And that's meant to make me feel better?" I said. "No, that is meant to inform you. I am your computer not your nanny.

I can tell you that she's not breathing," he said. "She has no heartbeat and all organ function and brain activity have stopped. Also her body temperature is now at seventy-three degrees." "So you're saying that she's dead," I said. "Well, I can't prove it, but, yes, I am leaning that way.

W turned on his heel and began walking toward the door at the far wall. And by walking I mean, of course, not moving at all, at least not to the naked eye, because his strides could only be measured in micrometers. His creaky legs made barely the tiniest of forward steps, so he'd taken four strides before I noticed any lateral movement at all. "I'll be right back." "Geologically speaking, of course," HARV said.

Forget it," I said. "Opie could be bloodthirsty, rabid, radioactive, and selling life insurance and he'd still be preferable to listening to the two of you.

How bad is it?" "The story is only just now being reported, but let's put it this way," HARV said. "The bag is now clearly catless, and there's a very foul odor coming from the fan.

Don't worry, boss," HARV said. "I get the feeling that this is only the tip of the iceberg of complications." "HARV, you're a machine. You don't get feelings." "Would it make you feel better if I said I've done a numerical analysis on the probabilities and the results are skewed toward you having more problems with this case?