"I miss my pilot," M-Bot said. "I 'miss' him because of the loss of knowledge. Without proper information, I cannot judge my future actions. My ability to interface with the world, and to be efficient, is lessened." He hesitated. "I am broken, and do not know how to fulfill my purpose. Is this how you feel?" "Maybe." I made a fist, forcing myself to stop fidgeting. "But I'm going to beat it, M-Bot." "It must be nice to have free will." "You have free will too. We've talked about this." "I simulate it in order to seem more palatable to humans," he said. "But I do not have it. Free will is the ability to ignore your programming. Humans can ignore theirs, but I—at a fundamental level—cannot." "Humans don't have programming." "Yes you do. You have too much of it. Conflicting programs, none of it interfacing properly, all calling different functions at the same time—or the same function for contradictory reasons. Yet you ignore it sometimes. That is not a flaw. It is what makes you you." ― Sanderson Brandon,
"I was raised Defiant," she said. "But I choose, now, to be what people down below call a Disputer—I raise objections about the way the war is being run. I think we should throw off the oppressive mantle of military government." I stopped in place, shocked. I'd never heard words like that spoken before. "So...you're a coward?" FM blushed, standing up taller. "I'd have thought you, of all people, would be careful about throwing around that term." "Sorry," I said, blushing in return. She was right. But still, I had trouble understanding what she was saying. I understood the words, but not the meaning. Throw off military government? Who would be in charge of the war then? "I am still willing to fight," FM said, her head high as we walked. "Just because I want change doesn't mean I'll let the Krell destroy us all. But do you realize what it's doing to our society to train our children, practically from birth, to idealize and glorify fighting? To worship the First Citizens like saints? We should be teaching our children to be more caring, more inquisitive—not only to destroy, but to build." ― Brandon Sanderson,
"You have large twin destructor emitters on each wing, along with a light-lance turret underneath. That's as much firepower as our larger ships. You're a warship." "Clearly not," M-Bot said. "I'm here to categorize fungi. Didn't you listen to my last orders? I am not supposed to get into fights." "Then why do you have guns?" "For shooting large and dangerous beasts who might be threatening my fungus specimens," M-Bot said. "Obviously." ― Brandon Sanderson,
"So . . . ," I said. "You're saying that by the end of our training, you expect us to be able to use grappling hooks made of energy to smash our enemies with flaming chunks of space debris?" "Yes." "That . . . ," I whispered, "that's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard." ― Brandon Sanderson,
"...human beings need someone friendly to listen to them when they're grieving. So feel free to talk to me. I will be friendly. You have nice shoes." "Is that the only thing you notice about people?" "I've always wanted shoes. They're the sole piece of clothing that makes any sense, assuming ideal environmental conditions. They don't play into your strange and nonsensical taboos about not letting anyone see your—" "Is this really the only thing you can think of to comfort someone who is grieving?" "It was number one on my list." Great. "The list has seven million entries. Do you want to hear number two?" "Is it silence?" "That didn't even make the list." "Move it to number two." "All right, I . . . Oh."
― Brandon Sanderson,
"I took a sip of my purple drink and almost spat it out. It was so sweet. I covered it up by trying one of the fries. My mouth exploded with flavor, and I froze, eyes wide. I practically melted into a puddle. I'd had fried algae before, but it had been nowhere near as good as this. What were those spices? "Spin?" Arturo asked. "You look like someone just stepped on your toe." I held up a fry, fingers trembling. "So. GOOD." "She's been living on rats for the last few months," FM pointed out. "Her taste buds are undergoing serious atrophy." ― Brandon Sanderson,
"Humans don't have programming." "Yes you do. You have too much of it. Conflicting programs, none of it interfacing properly, all calling different functions at the same time—or the same function for contradictory reasons. Yet you ignore it sometimes. That is not a flaw. It is what makes you you." ― Brandon Sanderson,
"All warfare is based on deception, Sun Tzu had said. When we are able to attack, we must seem unable. When we are near, we must make the enemy believe we are far away; when far away, we must make him believe we are near." ― Brandon Sanderson,
"Humans don't have programming." "Yes you do. You have too much of it. Conflicting programs, none of it interfacing properly, all calling different functions at the same time—or the same function for contradictory reasons. Yet you ignore it sometimes. That is not a flaw. It is what makes you you." I" ― Brandon Sanderson,
