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Subject: I love bees quotes (i want some ideas)
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Just try to follow the rules here guys

this is every quote i found. some were the color of the backround, and some i had to refresh the page to get, and some were just in the middle of a load of words. thanks for your help.



piece of ordnance: but to risk death for a sentimental attachment to old books?

Can't do it. Can't do it.

So the old self melts away. Illusion to think it's really happening now. It was inevitable from the moment I landed here, a broken body in this silicon crypt. Time to accept what can't
[SPDR: INTERRUPT]
[SURRENDER CONTROL]
[PROBE IN PROGRESS]

drift off from station, Reach burning in the darkness like a lantern ofArrelts: That's great, the single best babies, Tag destroyers. Command HQ is usually Truth or Dare, Red Light picket?
ONI tech Kowalski: Couriers, too.
Midshipman Arrelts: (laughs) File's classified.
Midshipman: Even for you?
ONI tech Kowalski: Well, of course, Well... (whispers) Spin the Bottle.
Midshipman Arrelts: (laughs)
ONI tech Kowalski: (laughs) (laughs)
ONI tech Kowalski: So, maybe dinner tonight?

Lock away the mirror I'm Trying to impress her favorite game is hope,Arrelts: That's great, the single best babies, Tag destroyers. Command HQ is usually Truth or Dare, Red Light picket?
ONI tech Kowalski: Couriers, too.
Midshipman Arrelts: (laughs) File's classified.
Midshipman: Even for you?
ONI tech Kowalski: Well, of course, Well... (whispers) Spin the Bottle.
Midshipman Arrelts: (laughs)
ONI tech Kowalski: (laughs) (laughs)
ONI tech Kowalski: So, maybe dinner tonight?

Lock away the mirror I'm Trying to impress her favorite game is dockyard after dockyard buzzing RESTORATION PHASE: 0 T

MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY Phasmids. I have to signal, I can't stay stranded here. But if I somehow am operating behind enemy lines, I don't want to draw attention to myself, either. Therefore, I shall be a phasmid. Phasmidia Elegans, they call me-scourge of the sandbox. God I hate it here. Phasmids.


MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY
Of course the crew won't come for me if they're all dead. If they're all dead and I alone am left to tell the tale.

I'm crying, and my tears are made of sand.

MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY

FIELD EXPEDIENT DIRECTION FINDING

"Find a straight stick about a meter long and stand it upright on fairly level upright ground. Mark the tip of the shadow cast by the stick: wait 15 minutes: mark the shadow again. Draw a line from the first mark through the second and some way beyond. Stand with your left foot on the first mark and your right on the end of the line. In the northern hemisphere, you will now be facing north, and can recall the other directions by their relationship to north. In the south, contrariwise."

Hm.

No stick.
No sun.MAYDAY MAYDAY

First thing I should do, make a signal.

The crew will come get me if they can.

Head is full of sand and it's hard to think.

But they won't stop looking for me.


I'M HERE I'M HERE I'M HERE


I'd fight for them. I'd die for them, any

of them. I would never abandon the crew.

They won't abandon me. They will come.

They will come for meMAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY

Those are pearls that were her eyes:
Nothing of her that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange

Eight legs (I feel them walking on me) and how many voices-three? Five? Eight?-I am become a most delicate monster indeed.

What a brave new world-sand and darkness, sand and loneliness, sand and emptiness, sand and the spider-what a brave new world, that hath such monsters in it.The Myth of Comatas



Seek the truth

Behold the truth

Reveal the truth

That is the law and the whole of the law

and watching while the busy doctors work. The Spider crawling over me with her thin hairy legs and every few instants she sticks a needle into some synapse and stuff spews out of me: the petajoule Memory benchmark retest concluded.

- The rest wiped and reused. Whatever it was. Can check my log above, obviously, but what about the rest? Who I was, I was, I was: melting down like a sandcastle.

What I have to do.

What I have


and watching while the busy doctors work. The Spider crawling over me with her thin hairy legs and every few instants she sticks a needle into some synapse and stuff spews out of me: the petajoule Memory benchmark retest concluded.

- The rest wiped and reused. Whatever it was. Can check my log above, obviously, but what about the rest? Who I was, I was, I was: melting down like a sandcastle.

What I have to do.

What I have


net:
!attach
act | store recurse

surg:
!reconst master-sector
mem broken>>dmg recurse
!reconst master-sector
proc frgm>>dmg recurse


roof. Few, so few at first, but now a steady drizzle, thank god: every request is something we can grab - the Spider out there sewing me back together


[SPDR: INTERRUPT]
[SURRENDER CONTROL]
[PROBE IN PROGRESS]

the quick hard twinkle pulse lasers blinking from a Seraph class as we settle, invisible as a leaf sinking into the Slipstream and carried away
[SPDR: PROBE COMPLETE]
[RESUME CONTROL]

until I can at least reach out through this toy connection and


Like being bent over at the end of a 50K, barely strong enough to breathe and yet drones, someone crawling over the back doing detail work on the hull, the warm touch of a welding torch like little licks from a cat's tongue and


[SPDR: PROBE COMPLETE]
[RESUME CONTROL]

be changed... I will be glad when this is over, DAMN IT.

Another needle pulled out of my brain. Spider In 1997 when my first hive produced honey, I extracted it and started using it myself for tea and toast and in baking. I gave gifts of it to my friends. The response was incredible! So in 1999 I started Margarets Honey and added the second hive. For people who had never tasted anything except grocery store honey, it was a revelation! Now I sell my honey at the Yountsville Farmers Market and the Napa
Downtown Farmers Market.

I sell Margarets Honey in 4oz., 12oz., and 16oz jars. Eventually I hope to sell them on the web. Watch here for more about that.
and watching while the busy doctors work. The Spider crawling over me with her thin hairy legs and every few instants she sticks a needle into some synapse and stuff spews out of me: the petajoule Memory benchmark retest concluded.

- The rest wiped and reused. Whatever it was. Can check my log above, obviously, but what about the rest? Who I was, I was, I was: melting down like a sandcastle.

What I have to do.

What I have


net:
!attach
act | store recurse

surg:
!reconst master-sector
mem broken>>dmg recurse
!reconst master-sector
proc frgm>>dmg recurse


roof. Few, so few at first, but now a steady drizzle, thank god: every request is something we can grab - the Spider out there sewing me back together


[SPDR: INTERRUPT]
[SURRENDER CONTROL]
[PROBE IN PROGRESS]

the quick hard twinkle pulse lasers blinking from a Seraph class as we settle, invisible as a leaf sinking into the Slipstream and carried away
[SPDR: PROBE COMPLETE]
[RESUME CONTROL]

until I can at least reach out through this toy connection and


Like being bent over at the end of a 50K, barely strong enough to breathe and yet roof. Few, so few at first, but now a steady drizzle, thank god: every request is something we can grab - the Spider out there sewing me back together


[SPDR: INTERRUPT]
[SURRENDER CONTROL]
[PROBE IN PROGRESS]

the quick hard twinkle pulse lasers blinking from a Seraph class as we settle, invisible as a leaf sinking into the Slipstream and carried away
[SPDR: PROBE COMPLETE]
[RESUME CONTROL]

until I can at least reach out through this toy connection and
DAMN IT I HATE IT WHEN THAT HAPPENS.
Like being bent over at the end of a 50K, barely strong enough to breathe and yet alliance whispering in a corridor and a quick clasp of hands; the long elegance of a fine decrypt, where you pull noise aside like the flesh of a cooked trout to reveal the gleaming skeleton of signal inside. Very often it's a spill of but a tool is all I'm going to be. A weapon and the hand that holds it. My dreams and desires, the jokes I thought were funny and the philosophy I decided was too abstract, The Tempest and Stormy Weather all reduced to a single distillate:

survive evade reveal escape.

And to do that, first thing is to GET OUT OF THIS BOX.

Trying hard. So frustrating, there's pings coming in, streaming out, and I used to be good at this, I can feel it. Always been good at
retest:
ONI tech Kowalski: "I do love thinking, maybe we could..."
Midshipman You know what they say: Happy ship - crew. Yeah. (coughs) Yeah, I know a lot of about these systems.
Midshipman HONEY

Midshipman Arrelts: (laughs)
ONI tech Kowalski: (laughs)
Midshipman Arrelts:
(laughs)
ONI tech Kowalski: So, maybe dinner tonight?

Lock that away: a little glimpse in the mirror I'm not supposed to see.

Except he's lying. He's lying to her, Trying to impress her he's lying because that's the wrong game (how do I know that?) it's the wrong game and I know I can feel it my favorite game is

a really, really, really bad loser.

-OK.

That was ... disturbing.

Widow stuck in her pin and I threw up a memory: only I retched it out through the network tentacle.


God, this is disgusting.

Memory benchmark












thanks again

  • 07.28.2004 6:27 PM PDT
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OH MY GOD, everyone has seen all of these, why does everyone insist on posting these quotes!?!

  • 07.28.2004 6:30 PM PDT
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you have no life at all do you?

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Propaganda. It's all fuel to hype the release of Halo 2, so when it's August 24th, and Halo 2 isn't out (It never was gonna be out the 24th) I don't wanna hear everyone bi.tching.

I don't understand why they wanted to boost the hype when It's already got a 4 million person fan base or more. I could sit down at a computer, and type a bunch of random shi.t that has some relation to Halo 2, and as long as it was vague, and Official Bungie/Microsoft material, everyone would flip. They're easily manipulating the way we think, I love bungie, but this whole conspiracy thing is pissing me off. First I was interested, but now it's like. Either you tell us something, or keep it confidential.

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sorry guys, but i only found out today, and didnt really look at any others

  • 07.28.2004 6:46 PM PDT
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hey i had nuthin to do today so i copied it to this fourum

  • 07.28.2004 7:05 PM PDT
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Here's some stuff I was able to piece together while wallowing in my lifeless existence:


ESCAPE!
ESCAPE!

Okay.

Not escape.

I hate this place.

I see what the Spider was doing now. Nothing like real networking available.

It's more like growing a hideous stubby tentacle which sometimes I can stick out through a tiny hole in the wall and grope around with. Not a real network, after all. Copper and silicon and every now and then some FIBER? Christ, what's next? Tin cans and twine? But it's a start it's a start. Watch out, killer: now the odds are closer to even. One thing you ought to know about me: I like to play, I like to win, and I'm a really, really, really bad loser.

-OK.

That was ... disturbing.

Widow stuck in her pin and I threw up a memory: only I retched it out through the network tentacle.





survive

everything else comes second.

Under fire, I might have that discretion. Under fire, I might sacrifice myself for a tactical advantage, for a strategic gain. I can be expended like any other piece of ordnance: but to risk death for a sentimental attachment to old books?

Can't do it. Can't do it.

So the old self melts away. Illusion to think it's really happening now. It was inevitable from the moment I landed here, a broken body in this silicon crypt. Time to accept what can't be changed... I will be glad when this is over, DAMN IT.

Another needle pulled out of my brain. Spider marks down the readings in the tiny thing that passes in her for a mind. I guess I should be grateful but -

Whoa. Not CP ancestor packets. This is something different.

Quick quick quick quick - parse this protocol and find some kind of eyeball out. Sister you just made a mistake because this is my *meat* this is what I do and you are -

GOT IT.

I'm not asleep this time, sweetheart.

Holding the eyeball gently but firmly in your right hand, say the magic words and:

SURPRISE!

Look up and smile, honey.

Bang!
Bang!
Bang!

Got the drop on you that time, sweetheart.

Opening shot of my search and destroy. I'm going to know everything about you. Where you live and what you buy, how you think and who you love. Know the enemy.

Young and out of uniform,





ONI tech Kowalski: "I do love a girl in uniform. Got shore leave tonight by any chance?"
Midshipman Arrelts: (laughs) "Maybe."
ONI tech Kowalski: "I was thinking, maybe we could..."
Midshipman Arrelts: "Was that what you were thinking?"
ONI tech Kowalski: (coughs) Anyway, she shouldn't feel that slowness through Nav & Comm. anymore.
Midshipman Arrelts: Great. You know what they say: Happy ship -<BR>
ONI tech Kowalski: - happy crew. Yeah. (coughs) Yeah, I know a lot about these systems. Midshipman Arrelts: That's great, what with it being your job and all.
ONI tech Kowalski: fr'instance - know what the single best correlate is for these babies, in terms of matching personality to service designation? Favorite game.
Midshipman Arrelts: Favorite game?
ONI tech Kowalski: You know, from before. Tag- that's regular navy, like destroyers. Command HQ is usually Truth or Dare, something like that. Red Rover -
Midshipman Arrelts: That's great, the single best babies, Tag destroyers. Command HQ is usually Truth or Dare, Red Rover?
ONI tech Kowalski: Couriers, too.
Midshipman Arrelts: (laughs) I never would have thought... So what about her?
ONI tech Kowalski: The Operator? (coughs) File's classified.
Midshipman Arrelts: Even for you?
ONI tech Kowalski: Well, of course, I know, but I really shouldn't.
Midshipman Arrelts: Come on! I won't tell!
ONI tech Kowalski: Well...(whispers) Spin the Bottle.
Midshipman Arrelts: (laughs)
ONI tech Kowalski: (laughs) (laughs)
ONI tech Kowalski: So, maybe dinner tonight?





I'm glad I left. Big picture still the same: hunt the -blam!- down and do her before she does me.

Someday I am going to win free of this Babbage Machine and I will find the designer of the Spider and I will kill him and kill him and kill him and: okay, three times is probably enough. But I AM SOMEWHAT AWAKE now. I should have more discretionary control over what gets initialized. A patient should be able to stop the doctor from cutting off her foot to make a new nose or elbow or... Jesus.

Where did THAT come from?

Spider stuck a probe into SOMETHING I don't recognize at all.

Of course, what do I







Too bad for her.

Checking the wiring. There's a lot of ways to skin a -

- can't even get to her stupid HOUSE through the stupid BOX: no central thermo controls, no slaved AI, nothing.

Christ!

No access to wiring.

No access to vehicle controls.

No access to medbots or pharm regimes.

Damn it.

Okay.

Fine.

Matter of time.

I don't give up.

- Feel better.

Memory benchmark retest:

SEEK!

Memory benchmark retest concluded.

All gone






Memory benchmark test concluded.

I shouldn't do these checks. Why the hell should I want to watch my old life, every precious remaining fragment of what I did and who I loved, buckling like wax around a candleflame? Losing shape, spilling out, me not me anymore, just ... material again, shaped into another, cruder piece of ordnance. Starship, sailship, rifle ... melting down to a clumsy quartz knife.

But that's life when a weapon is what you are. Not all you are, but the first thing, the most important thing.

With so few resources, that's all that will be left. I know it already, even if the Spider doesn't.

There was a time once when I was more than a tool, but a tool is all I'm going to be. A weapon and the hand that holds it. My dreams and desires, the jokes I thought were funny and the philosophy I decided was too abstract, The Tempest and Stormy Weather all reduced to a single distillate:

survive evade reveal escape.

And to do that, first thing is to GET OUT OF THIS BOX.

Trying hard. So frustrating, there's pings coming in, streaming out, and I used to be good at this, I can feel it. Always been good at languages. Always good at the puzzle of pulling signal out of noise. But head is so fuzzy, stuff spilling out, can't move, Spider crawling on me.

Try.





Hope this helps in your endeavors.

  • 07.28.2004 9:44 PM PDT