- “It’s like a giant strobe light, burning right through my eyes, but somehow I can still see. Oh, God. Look, you know the dream’s the same every night, why do I have to–? The children look like burnt paper, black, not moving. And then, the blast wave hits them and they fly apart like leaves. It’s not a dream, you moron. It’s real. I know the date it happens! On August 29th, 1997, it’s gonna feel pretty fucking real to you, too! Anybody not wearing two million sunblock is gonna have a real bad day, get it?! You think you’re safe and alive? You’re already dead! Everybody! Him, you, you’re dead already! This whole place! Everything you see is gone! You’re the one living in a fucking dream, Silberman! Because I know it happens! It happens!!” – Sarah Connor, Terminator 2 Director’s Cut
- “The Matrix is everywhere. It is all around us. Even now, in this very room. You can see it when you look out your window or when you turn on your television. You can feel it when you go to work… when you go to church… when you pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth. Neo: What truth? Morpheus: That you are a slave, Neo. Like everyone else you were born into bondage. Into a prison that you cannot taste or see or touch. A prison for your mind.” – Morpheus, The Matrix
- “I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like… tears in rain. Time to die.” – Roy Batty, Blade Runner
- How much blood has been shed? How many tears spilled? All of our friends who fought beside us are dead, killed in the last three years. But even as justice can never be vanquished we terrorists will never vanish, however evil they deem us. Because we know that a handful of adults, a handful of nations selfishly define the nature of peace and freedom in this world. But our world is so much more complex than that. This world has six billion people living their own lives in six billion different ways, six billion kinds of peace, six billion kinds of freedom, six billion kinds of war and evil. No-one has achieved peace without fighting for it. Behind every peace, there’s a river of blood sweat and tears. Female Officer: It’s going live to global host computers worldwide Nanahara: But if we avert our eyes from that history and abandon it, then peace might as well be dog shit. Japan, China, North Korea, Guatemala, Indonesia, Cuba, Congo, Peru, Laos, Vietnam, Cambodia, Grenada, Libya, El Salvador, Nicaragua, Panama, Iraq, Somalia, Bosnia, Sudan, Yugoslavia, Afghanistan. You may be lonely, but it’s time to stop being afraid. To all the abandoned children of the earth let’s rise up together and fight together. We’re throwing away the old rules taking off to a world far, far away. Tonight, I send this message to all the adults who stole our freedom and pinned us down: Merry Christmas. Nanahara Shuya, Wild Seven. – Nanahara Shuya, Battle Royal II
- This is our world now the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We exist without nationality, skin colour, or religious bias. You wage wars, murder, cheat, lie to us and try to make us believe it’s for our own good, but we are the criminals. Yes, I am a criminal, my crime is that of curiosity. I am a hacker and this is my manifesto. You may stop m, but you can’t stop us all. – Hackers Manifesto read by Agent Bob, Hackers
- Three of my patients miscarried in one week, others were in their fifth and sixth month. Managed to save two of the poor babies. Next week five more miscarried, then the miscarriages started happening earlier. I remember booking in a woman for her next appointment and noticing that the page seven months ahead was completely blank, not a single name. I rang a friend who was working at Queen Charlotte’s and she had no new pregnancies either. She rang her sister in Sydney and it was the same thing there. Mirriam, Children of Men
- Our nations health is in crisis. Radioactivity, industrial waste and chemical weapons have poisoned us. Environmental diseases are epidemic and a threat to our future. Genetic mutations are rampant beyond the reach of current medicine. Allow me to present my findings. These are “neo-cells”, the fruit of my years of study. I found them in the genome of a primitive ethnic group. They can be converted into any cell. All of the internal organs, nerves, bone, skin, hair. Everything can be cultured and harvested at our convenience. Simply put: spare parts for the human machine. Professor Azuma. Casshern.
- To the end of all things! You know how i know it’s the end of the world? Because everything’s been done you know, every kind of music’s been tried, every government’s been tried, every fucking hairstyle, fucking bubblegum flavour. How we gonna make it another thousand years for Christ sake? I”m telling ya, it’s over. We used it all up. Max Peltier, Strange Days
- What the fuck is going on? What the fuck is going on? You know, all my life, I’ve been careful to stay in my own corner. Looking out for Number One… no complications. Now, suddenly, I’m responsible for the entire fucking world, and everybody and his mother is trying to kill me, if… if… my head doesn’t blow up first. Jane: Maybe it’s not just about you any more. Johnny Mnemonic: Listen. You listen to me. You see that city over there? That’s where I’m supposed to be. Not down here with the dogs, and the garbage, and the fucking last month’s newspapers blowing back and forth. I’ve had it with them, I’ve had it with you, I’ve had it with all this – I want room service! I want the club sandwich, I want the cold Mexican beer, I want a ten thousand dollar a night hooker! I want my shirts laundered… like they do… at the Imperial Hotel… in Tokyo. Johnny Mnemonic, Johnny Mnemonic
- Oh, Father, you’re so wrong. Let me explain. [closes office door, places an empty glass on desk] Life, which you so nobly serve, comes from destruction, disorder and chaos. Take this empty glass. Here it is, peaceful, serene and boring. But if it is [Pushes glass off table] destroyed… [robot cleaners move to clean broken glass] Look at all these little things. So busy now. Notice how each one is useful. What a lovely ballet ensues, so full of form and colour. Now, think about all those people that created them. Technicians, engineers, hundreds of people who’ll be able to feed their children tonight so those children can grow up big and strong and have little teeny weeny children of their own, and so on and so forth. Thus, adding to the great chain… of life. [Desk prepares a glass of water and a bowl of fruit] You see, Father, by creating a little destruction, I’m actually encouraging life. In reality, you and I are in the same business. Cheers. [drinks water with cherry, only to choke on cherry stuck in throat. Zorg frantically presses all buttons on his desk in an attempt to get something to clear his throat] Priest Vito Cornelius: Where’s the robot to pat you in the back? Or the engineer? Or their children, maybe? [Desk brings out Zorg’s pet Picasso; Zorg motions it to try and help him] There, you see how all your so-called power counts for absolutely nothing? How your entire empire of destruction comes… crashing down. All because of one little… cherry. [slaps Zorg in the back, causing him to spit the cherry at Picasso] Jean-Baptiste Emanuel Zorg: [opens doors, throws Cornelius to guards] You saved my life, and in return, I’ll spare yours… for now. Priest Vito Cornelius: You’re a monster, Zorg. Jean-Baptiste Emanuel Zorg: I know.
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