"He destroyed Atlantis because he had another deterrent to fall back on.
Props."
"You saw through them?"
"No. They were quite convincing."
Clarke caught a glimpse of muscles bunching in Lubin's left leg, of a sudden sodden pulse of fresh blood coursing down his right.
I mean, I know what a tough hombre you are, but your motor nerves short out just the same as anyone else's. And not to put too fine a point on it, but you're blind."
This one had been cranked to quell riots.
And I, well, I'm the last word in one or two things myself… "
But you really shouldn't take too long making up your mind—your tweaks are fucking things up all over the place.
I gather by now a fair number of them are seriously under the weather back there."
He wasn't entirely inscrutable.
Although thanks to you, I do seem to have lost a certain finesse when it comes to my big guns… "
