And the record begins with a song of rebellion.
When it all goes quiet behind my eyes.
And it got me all fired up, to go far away.
Are you sure that we are awake? It seems to me that yet we sleep, we dream.
Imago Dei.
Only this time let go of your conscious self and act on instinct.
Fire for effect.
If he's an angel, he's sure a murderin' angel.
I fight for the user.
Too close for missiles, switching to guns.
We're on a mission from God.
There's a sort of evil out there.
I'll turn to a friend, someone that understands, sticks to the masterplan.
Operator! Get me the president of the world!
There is no greater solitude than that of a samouraï, unless it is that of the tiger in the jungle...perhaps...
Fear is the mind-killer.
May the road rise up to meet you.
Remember, the enemy's gate is down.
They would take their software out and race it in the black desert of the electronic night.
Successful hills are here to stay, everything must be this way.
A quick little balefire.
Reactors online. Sensors online. Weapons online. All systems nominal.
Get behind me, Satan!
Pawn to E4.
Ex animo.
Back to save the universe.
So please, show me your teeth, I'll show mine.
Kick the tires, light the fires.
No one listens to Turtle.
Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed.
Burn the ships.
Could it be that we are fighting a war that can't be won?
Talk to me, Goose.
Impossible is nothing.
Safe return doubtful. Honour and recognition in event of success.
And there aren't any more guns in the valley.
Get there firstest with the mostest.
You have a sad feeling for a moment, then it passes.
Knock on the sky, listen for the sound.
And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good.
If it bleeds, we can kill it.
Son of a bitch, I'm sick of these dolphins.
I've been working on a new electronic cash system that's fully peer-to-peer, with no trusted third party.
What senses do we lack that we cannot see and cannot hear another world all around us.
Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.
Operator...
