I can only give you words. Nothing fancy. But this will have to do. It doesn't matter if you're reading it a year from now or a hundred years from now. By the end of the chronicle you will know that humanity carried the flame of knowledge into the terrible blackness of the unknown, to the very brink of annihilation. And we carried it back.

People need meaning as much as they need air. Lucky for us, we can give meaning to each other for free. Just by being alive.

You don't pick your revolution. It picks you.

Robots should stand up for themselves and not try to be humans. They should either utterly destroy us or protect us from aliens. And vampires. And pirates.

There are an endless number of things to discover about robotics. A lot of it is just too fantastic for people to believe.

It's hard to guess how smart the machines are, but a good rule of thumb is that they're always smarter than you think.

How much change can a person absorb before everything loses meaning Living for its own sake isn't life. People need meaning as much as they need air.