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.

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?!

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

Bet you didn't know your mom and dad tried to protest when we put you in training. They loved their little boy, JC, and that's why they're dead. I'm sending up the man who did the job.

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