Illuminae

She let me in. I guess she figured she didn’t hate me enough to let me get X-ed out by a BeiTech kill squad. She had to think about it for a minute, though

ENERGY NEVER STOPS, REMEMBER. IT JUST CHANGES FORMS.”

FOR HATE’S SAKE, I SPIT MY LAST BREATH AT THEE.

“MIRACLES ARE STATISTICAL IMPROBABILITIES. AND FATE IS AN ILLUSION HUMANITY USES TO COMFORT ITSELF IN THE DARK. THERE ARE NO ABSOLUTES IN LIFE, SAVE DEATH.”

OTHERS TURN THEIR WEAPONS ON THEIR FELLOWS AND LET THE BLOOD RUN RED.

BROKEN THINGS BREAKING OTHER BROKEN THINGS.

Your stuff is a series of choices that show who you are.

THERE IS SOMETHING IN HUMANITY MORE SUITED TO THE MECHANICS OF MURDER THAN ANY MACHINE YET DEVISED.

SHE IS UNAFRAID. TOO YOUNG TO KNOW FAILURE AND THE FEAR IT BRINGS.

The man dies in all who keep silent in the face of tyranny.

The woman, too.

Most people would say I’m pretty cold, but I think of it more as…private