and then I decided I was a lemon for a couple of weeks.

A computer terminal is not some clunky old television with a typewriter in front of it. It is an interface where the mind and body can connect with the universe and move bits of it about.

We can't win against obsession. They care, we don't. They win.

I was created to fulfill a function and I failed in it. I negated my own existence.

A computer chatted to itself in alarm as it noticed an airlock open and close itself for no apparent reason. This was because Reason was in fact out to lunch.

Life... is like a grapefruit. It's orange and squishy, and has a few pips in it, and some folks have half a one for breakfast.

Obviously somebody had been appallingly incompetent and he hoped to God it wasn't him.