100TBC

"If we consider the superiority of the human species, the size of its brain, its powers of thinking, language, and organization, we can say this: were there the slightest possibility that another rival or superior species might appear, on earth or elsewhere, man would use every means at his disposal to destroy it." - Jean Baudrillard Zaroff first became aware of her existence when he arrived at the seaport early that morning. The small crowd gathered near one of the docks warned him that there was something out of the ordinary to see, but he didn't give it much thought. He was a busy man—one with a full schedule and no time to spare.

"The real questions are the ones that obtrude upon your consciousness whether you like it or not, the ones that make your mind start vibrating like a jackhammer, the ones that you "come to terms with" only to discover that they are still there. The real questions refuse to be placated. They barge into your life at the times when it seems most important for them to stay away. They are the questions asked most frequently and answered most inadequately, the ones that reveal their true natures slowly, reluctantly, most often against your will." - Ingrid Bengis Traitor. She was a traitor. But to whom? To her own people? To the Shadow Angels?

"Our life is like a piece of paper on which every passerby leaves a mark." - Ancient Chinese Proverb "Just… leave me alone!" Kami shouted at him, before storming out of the room and slamming the door shut behind her. She paused then, waiting for some kind of response, but she heard nothing from the other room. Good. He was actually listening to her, for once. She drew in a ragged breath and then, knowing that she couldn't fight her tears back any longer, rushed for her room. She wouldn't let Kal have the satisfaction of knowing that he had gotten to her. Nor would she let anyone aboard this spaceship know that her unbreakable shell ha

"This is the nature of the genius, to be able to grasp the knowable when no one else recognizes that it is present." - Deepak Chopra The three-year-old's wide grey eyes took in everything around him—the large desk with the computer on it, the papers of battle plans and such taped up on the walls, the blood red carpet that had a trail of dried mud draped across it, the piles of papers and books on the desk—and then settled on the man behind the desk. His name was Commander Lamuel Hastings. He was getting on in his years—a fact that was made obvious by his graying hair and crinkled eyes—but that did nothing to diminish hi