We are a race prone to monsters, she thought, and when we produce one we worship it. - Iain Banks

Elated? Pleased?"
"Those are the closest words. There is an undeniable elation in causing mayhem, in bringing about such massive destruction. As for feeling pleased, I felt pleasure that some of those who died did so because they were stupid enough to believe in gods or afterlives that do not exist, even though I felt a terrible sorrow for them as they died in their ignorance and thanks to their folly.

It’s very nearly 1989 but it’s midnight in the Dark Ages just the thickness of a book away, the thickness of a skull away; just the turn of a page away.

Tell me, suit, don't you wonder if it's all worth it?'
"If what's all worth what?" it says, and I can hear that condescending tone in its voice again.
"You know; living. Is it worth all the... bother?"
"No."
"No?"
"No, I don't ever wonder about it."
"Why not?" I'm keeping my questions short as we walk, conserving energy and breath.
"I don't need to wonder about that. It's not important."
"Not important?"
"It's an irrelevant question. We live; that's enough."