I spill my drink!

You will soon have your God, and you will make it with your own hands.

The unplanned organism is a question asked by nature and answered by death. You are a different kind of question, with a different kind of answer.

You mechs may have copper wiring to reroute your fear of pain, but I've got nerves of steel.

Go ahead! Blow this place sky-high... You might get rid of ME, but you'll take down Aquinas, the power grid, the whole electronic infrastructure - is that what you want?! Are you completely nuts?!