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1 " 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
2 " 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. "
3 " 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. "
4 " 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? "
5 " 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. "
