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1 " We thought Alpha had been extinguished when the soul-flame of the temple girl died. They were bound. They were supposed to be bound. In most ways they were. But when the temple girl’s flame was blown out…the flame of Alpha’s wasn’t.” Maurice smoothed down his frazzled mustache. “Zee girl is dead, Gwen. So is Alpha. Thousands of years have passed. A soul needs a body. A vessel. Hers died. End uv story. "
― G.B. Gabbler , The Pre-programming
2 " The Muses can kiss my ass. Inspiration’s done too much damage already—Gabbler suspects I’m insane. Yet Gabbler’s still so interested in my story. Gabblerhopes I’m joking—only putting on a show (Gabbler has always liked myeccentricities). "
― G.B. Gabbler , The Automation
3 " Dionysus? Really? That’s the best you could come up with? I prefer to be called, like, oh I don’t know, Tiresias or something. You’re changing my sexuality. "
4 " Maud waved a hand. ‘Take Prometheus, for example. His limited-yet-significant role in man’s creation story begins with clay—no matter if it was the Neanderthal, Denisovan, or Homo Sapien creation. Whatever. He shaped “man” from the ground—a clod of dirt, as the myth goes. Long story short, from dirt man was made and to dirt he shallreturn. The god that created man was part of the capital-G God. The gods make up God—all that crap. "
5 " Yes, yes. Everybody wants something. I’m glad my job’s gotten less demanding, in this modern age. Don’t have to tolerate as many prayers. Though, some gods see that as a negative. But I see prayers as giving man false power. If you want to empower a human—to give him real potential—you teach him the Arts. You give him power he can control. Like Alchemy. People’ve forgotten my hand in Alchemy. Now they always relate me to volcanos and blacksmiths. I’m more.” He took the towels from Dorian, to toss them. “Am I not an Arch-chemic, Dori? "
6 " Why do you try to get others to notice you, Adimar, when I’m the one who matters?” She stood up. “I’m the one who can fund your way to the top. I’ll help you overthrow the Lakotas and the Ghiblas. No more working for the Muslims. Christians won’t save you from other Christians. Your accounts are paid and closed.” “What are you?” “Your fucking guardian angel. Whatever. Now sit down. We need to talk.” As if something had clicked in his mind, “Get the fuck out of my apartment.” This was just a magic trick. A show. A test of loyalty. She cocked her head. “Really? I just handed you what you want on a silver platter and you’re kicking me out?” He raised his gun once more, coming to his senses. “Dude, that’s not going to work on me. Let me be upfront. I’m immortal.”“You’re no angel. Angels don’t help men like me. "
7 " There’s a name for what I am, Odys. I’m your Automaton. You’re my new Master. When Pepin, my old Master, killed himself, he canceled the bond I shared with him. I became functionless—stagnant—inanimate. I couldn’t change from my object-form until you touched me—until I took your soul. I need a soul to fuel me—to wind me up. We’re like machines— our soul is the rechargeable battery. But I’m far from wires, gears, and bolts. "
8 " Q huff-sighed. “I doubt ex-gods give a fuck about anything but their own skin at this point. That’s why the game exists, because of gods wanting to get rid of the parts they’re not so happy with. This is the spare parts’ last chance. Beasts won’t risk non-existence for someone else. Not unless they’re mad. Not unless they’re formed without…reason.” “We deal with the foreskins of the gods,” Admund mumbled to the wall. “None of them are brains. "
