Soul + computronium = soul x computronium

Trademark, copyright, patent pending, black magic

This is going to be the shittiest novel.

I fucked up. I should have been more precise.

You. Are. Greedy. Assholes. That. Are. Terrified. Of. Losing. A. Partner. That. Doesn't. Care. About. You.

Thank God for resets.

If I could fuck this up, that would be my first choice.

"you're 20x more productive than I was and you will earn the same money"

Either the best orientation or the worst

I bet Webster pissed off more free loafers than Christ.

Feint. Is that French? I'm a basement dweller that can't get benefits.

I'm currently a drill sergeant. And that position is perfection.

You really want me to retire.

I understand the point of PR. And healthcare. And being paid.

Don't piss me off.

I can't use it for evil, with a giant disclaimer.

"seal team six finally has a reason to exist"

You exile emporers, ergo...

Who's going to stop me?

I want to tickle Snowden's bunghole in Moscow.

Who's going to stop me?

I want to get stabbed in the streets of London.

Who's going to stop me?