Quotes About Technology

Blew up? How?' 'We dropped a shielded runcible gate into it while the gate at the other end was moved into position before a stream of near-light-speed asteroids flung out from a spinning black hole.

Who are you?' asked Gurun. 'I am the Polity black-ops stealth attack ship Obsidian Blade.' 'Fuck,' said Gurun.

Democracy is a luxury enjoyed by simple low-population societies, though wealth can maintain it for longer than its natural span. However, societies grow in population and complexity, the technological apparatus of control improves, individual freedoms impinge upon others until they demand "action" from government that is generally eager to comply and accrue more power to itself, and democracy gradually sickens and dies.

Innocence is doomed to die a senseless death at our own hands, a casualty of the mistakes we can never undo. So we lay to rest the wide-eyed wonder we once thrived upon, replacing it with the scars of which we never speak, too knotted for any amount of technology to repair.

People can read anything, but no one does. All they do is play games and watch cat holograms.

They sounded like those awful people on info-holograms. It dices, it slices! But wait! There's more!

The Thunderhead had no arms to embrace. Even so, it could feel the beat of Greyson's heart and the precise temperature of his body as if it were right beside him. To lose that would be a cause of immeasurable sorrow. And so night after night, the Thunderhead silently monitored Greyson in every way it could. Because monitoring was the closest it could come to embracing.

I like the idea of communication tethering you to a single spot, Tenkamenin told Anastasia. It forces you to give every conversation the attention it deserves.

The misinformed mob never changes; it just replaces torches and pitchforks with iPhones and Androids.

Kind of an early warning system originally developed to fight terrorism, but isn't it nice to know we can now use it for civilian purposes?

Man is often lost in a technological, physiological, astrological lack of logical existence that can best be described as a whole lot of nothing lightly dashed with an obvious hint of Scotch," Hal says.

People prophesized doom at the hands of a soulless machine. But apparently the machine had a purer soul than any human. It watched the world from millions of eyes, listened from millions of ears. I either acted, or chose not to act on, the countless things it perceived.

And, like the Thunderhead, we love humanity. But we know not to coddle it. Humanity must accept the consequences of its own actions. We cannot - should not - protect it from itself.

Rowan stared at him in disbelief. Are you nuts? Do you even know what you're saying? My god, what are you on? Just my own nanites, man. Just my own nanites.

If I exist without form—a soul sparking between a billion different servers—could not the universe itself be alive with a spirit sparking between stars? I must sheepishly admit that I have dedicated far too many algorithms and computational resources toward finding an answer to this unknowable thing. —The Thunderhead

We've just inserted catheters into your carotid artery and jugular vein," says the nurse. "Right now your blood is being replaced with a synthetic oxygen-rich solution.

Ah! Seurat! Prophetic pointillism a century before the pixel!

Give him a calculator and he can change the world, but whenever the car breaks down, and the mechanic asks him what's wrong, his response is usually, "It broke.

There are few left who truly worship anything. Faith is an unfortunate casualty of immortality. Our world has become both uninspired, and untortured. A place where miracles and magic have no mystery. With the smoke blown away, and mirrors aligned, it is all revealed as manifestations of nature and technology.

Czy ludzie mogli zrobi? co? takiego? Czy mogliby?my walczy? ze sob? o te ratuj?ce ?ycie maszyny, zamieniaj?c je w sterty bezu?ytecznego metalu? Czy mogliby?my tak mocno pragn?? wody, ?e byliby?my gotowi zniszczy? urz?dzenia zdolne j? dla nas wytworzy? - tylko po to, ?eby otrzyma? pierwszy ?yk?

If there wasn't unwinding, there'd be fewer surgeons, and more doctors. If there wasn't unwinding, they'd go back to trying to cure diseases instead of just replacing stuff with someone else's.

We became unnatural the moment we conquered death

I'm setting up an e-mail address that we can all check regularly,' Allie told her. It's [email protected]." "Cute.

Now there was a supply of anonymous parts for anyone who wanted them. And even if you didn't want younger hands or brighter eyes, there were advertisements everywhere to convince you that you did. 'A new you from the inside out!' the billboards said. 'Add fifty years to your life.' Sonia shakes her head bitterly. They created want...and want turned to need...and unwinding became woven into the fabric of everything.