Andrew R. Williams Quotes

After running her eyes over pulsing LEDs on the suspension unit, Samantha glanced through a small port at Claire Hyndman's limp body. She looked expectantly at Mih Valanson, one of her senior technicians. "Well? How's it going? Are you succeeding?"
Valanson looked uncomfortable.
"Well?"
"I shouldn't be doing this. Brain-stripping is illegal."
"I do wish you wouldn't call it that," Samantha scolded.
After following Samantha's gaze and looking at Claire Hyndman's pale face, Valanson secretly hoped his efforts would be in vain.

After changing shape several times, the ball eventually turned into a huge face. It floated alongside the air-car. This time, time instead of sending him a mental message, the face spoke out aloud and the whole air-car vibrated with its intensity. "If you are foolish enough to renege on your contract, you will be severely punished. For your sake, I hope you wouldn't do such a thing." When Tarmy made no attempt to respond, the face turned and pressed itself against the millipede-free window. A moment later, Tarmy felt the fat slug entering his mind, the sign that the face was attempting to use its powers to obtain his response by other means. But as the slug dug deeper, Samantha's cover stories began springing out of the corners of his mind. Instead of obtaining Tarmy's agreement, all that the face saw was a burning army transporter surrounded by bodies. Undeterred, the face continued its assault. Samantha had anticipated that Tarmy might come up against an adept, so the mental images of death and destruction flowed unchecked. After failing to break Tarmy's defences, the face removed the slug and tried reason. "You can't win, Mr Tarleton, so why don't you do yourself a favour and cooperate? It will be better for you in the long run. Now, where is the miniature pulse drive engine?" Tarmy realised why the millipedes hadn't been allowed to attack. It was obvious that the Great Ones were hoping to retrieve the engine. When Tarmy didn't respond, the face said, "I am prepared to ove

This time they picked up their hand luggage and moved away from their son, following Lieges towards the air-van. But instead of changing his stance, Alain Pen just dug in hull-down. "They won't go without me," he told Morley confidently. "So what are you really up to, eh? I know we're not going to Bull Crater on holiday."
"You've got a vivid imagination, kid."
"Stop calling me kid," Alain objected. "I know something's going on and I've reported it to my section leader.

Watching the lecture hall fill for a while longer, Rummings picked up the gun, rested the barrel on the parapet and waited expectantly. A senior mining executive walked up to a rostrum and began to talk to the waiting audience.
Rummings took careful aim and squeezed the trigger. A large hole appeared in the curtain glazing surrounding the building and the executive staggered sideways.
After pumping a few more bullets into the dying man's body, Rummings abandoned the rifle, ran back to the exit door, paused long enough to strip off the coveralls and then raced down the stairs. Once in the corridor, he deliberately slowed himself down, calmly called a lift and went down to the ground floor again.

A seductive female voice added, "Hello Henry, I'm the deputy director. But you can call me Samantha."
Henry's response was accusing. "You're a droid!"
"I'm an R9054, one of the most powerful robotic systems devised by Ingermann-Verex, my makers. And I prefer the term humanoid if you don't mind."
Locking onto her image, Henry noted the strange wrap-round view panel enshrouding the top part of the body shell.
Inside, there was a human face seemingly trapped inside an electronic body. Although he'd seen a number of droids with similar face screens, Samantha's was the most realistic, so he guessed her claims of being top of her range were probably right.