Saturday 25 September 2004

Reverend Theo: Don't you ever worry about the state of your immortal soul, Sergeant?

Reverend Theo: Usually the jobs we take are morally ambiguous enough that we can honestly say we're doing more good than harm.

Reverend Theo: But now. . . Now our employer is a soulless automaton, evolved from a damaged warship A.I.

Schlock: Us amorphs are evolved from damaged organic memory systems.

Reverend Theo: Well that's a rhetorical landmine I shouldn't have stepped on.

Schlock: This soul thing. . . can I get one by eating someone else's?