Dennis E. Taylor Quotes

What it lacks in elegance, it makes up for with wads of unearned optimism. Let’s do it.

Seven billion people on earth in the early 21st century, and FAITH decided to replicate a nerd slash engineer with a Star Trek fixation.

A self-propelled forty-pound ball of steel impacting at Mach 1 didn’t leave much room for argument.

Bureaucracy. Turned out there was a hell, and it was behind a desk.

Ah, the good old days,” I replied. “When things were simpler, kids were more respectful, and we had to walk to school through six feet of snow.” “Barefoot.” “Uphill.” “Both ways.

Sadly, it was like most political arguments. No one was willing to debate their base assumptions, or justify them, or compromise on them. The simple tactic being that if you repeated your assertion often enough, with enough emotion and volume, the opponents would somehow be forced to see things your way.

I could leave my devices to their own devices.

Subtlety: I no haz it.

It's a strategy of mine that I like to call, 'As a matter of fact, you give me your wallet.

Now, the big one. Who was I? Was I Bob? Or was Bob dead? In engineering terms, what was the metric used to ascribe Bob-hood? Bob was more than a hunk of meat. Bob was a person, and a person was a history, a set of desires, thoughts, goals, and opinions. Bob was the accumulation of all that Bob had been for thirty-one years. The meat was dead, but the things that made Bob different from a chipmunk were alive. In me. I am Bob. Or at least, I am the important parts that made Bob.

Clothes shopping. Even death apparently wasn’t an escape.

I eyed the rafters until I spotted a good location — not big enough to hide something valuable, therefore unlikely to be of interest to a burglar. I placed my hand in front of my face, palm down, and opened my mouth. A one-inch roamer marched out onto the back of my hand. If anyone was watching, that would probably give them nightmares for life.

People’s capacity for turning dogmatic stupidity into political movements never ceased to amaze me.

There had been a lot of improvements in medicine since the days of Original Bob, but some things hadn’t changed all that much. Cancer could be nipped in the bud if caught early, but there was no vaccination yet. And the knife was still often the only effective treatment.

Their lives were now less than a footnote in history. As gone, as utterly forgotten as any random individual from the Middle Ages. No longer even a ripple in time, except to the extent that I could keep their memories alive. I sighed to myself. It seemed sometimes that life was nothing more than the accumulation of emotional baggage — memories, regrets, and lost opportunities.