Millions For Nonsense, But Not One Cent

Most Science Fiction, Quite Frankly, Is Silly Nonsense.

That's Me," He Said, Motioning To The Robot. "that's All Of Us. We Prattle About Free Will, But We're Nothing But Response...mechanical Reaction In Prescribed Grooves.

If A Man's Got Talent And Guts To Buck Society, He's Obviously Above Average. You Want To Hold On To Him. You Straighten Him Out And Turn Him Into A Plus Value. Why Throw Him Away? Do That Enough And All You've Got Left Are The Sheep.

We Always Do What's Natural, Only Sometimes We Shouldn't Do It.

The Test Of Intellect Is The Refusal To Belabor The Obvious.