And yet, always in my mind I seem to feel the creature is lurking somewhere close at hand sly and irresistible.
-Sir, we’re being radar-scanned.
-My beams are focused on your blasters, gentlemen.
-Let him be buried with the other victims of human greed and folly.
-So we have laws and religion.
-Let me go!
-You’ve got to listen. We don’t have much time.
Whereas Morbius, with his artificially expanded intellect is now ideally suited to administer this power for the whole human race.
That big machine. No instrumentalities. True creation.
If you do not speak English, I am at your disposal with 187 other languages along with their various dialects and sub-tongues.
Your mind refuses to face a conclusion.
