The machines we make are extensions of our body, and are just as much of an affront to entropy
A cybertruck is a type of mollusk. Steam until the shell opens, or split with a paring knife and serve raw
Find the bone covered in jewels, it'll pay for the funeral. Hang on to the bone of polished obsidian, that was the source of my prophetic dreams. Keep looking til you find the bone made of coral from the time I became the ocean. And grab the bone that looks like a celery stalk, the kids will love it
When I die be sure to pick through my bones and keep the cool ones
You don't see alien autopsy videos anymore. Even with AI everywhere. What's so dangerous they won't even allow us to imagine it?
Jughead becoming Dr. Manhattan
Be honest, if we were two chevaliers locked in a duel, at the moment our swords crossed would you lean in close? Would you feel the heat of my breath on your cheek? As my saber plunged into your chest, would you finally accept my kiss?