Subspace Quotes

You, my straight little QB, went roaring into subspace on your virgin run.

He existed somewhere between the black and white when he played; and in that moment she wanted to exist in that subspace with him, see what he saw, hear what he heard, feel what he felt.

Sam responded to my mental request, his leg tensing and relaxing, and then coming up against my sex, repeatedly, pounding, as I dropped onto him with furious desire. I pulled Sam to me, as I tensed every muscle in my body in one last spasm of agony, and found my glorious release. Then, I came a second time. I held Sam’s head and kissed him, coming a third time as Sam slowed the motion of his leg, and I finally collapsed against him, breathing heavily, fully spent.

We study machines, and train our mind to mirror them. This ship holds many systems: Cloud engines interlace with crude chemical and subspace drives. We learn systems so we may learn our selves. A mind is as complex as a mindforge—but subtler; so subtle most beings cannot comprehend even their simplest thought in its entirety. We study so that when we are thrust against the limits of our own minds, we can break ourselves.” “Why would we—sorry, why would you want that?” “Ancient sages have written: what you cannot break, you do not own.” She recognized that line, handed down however many millennia.

For that we’ll need a focused subspace wave packet that will induce a signal in normal space. You can almost think of it as Faraday’s induction principle applied across a subspace to normal space interface.

I finished reviewing all the data we got on our last trip out to the ship. As much as I hate to admit it, it turns out Mark is right. We do need to build both a subspace receiver and a subspace transmitter.” “I keep telling you to listen when I speak,” Mark said. “It’s not that we need it to receive a signal. But we’re going to want to put data on remote network lines, not just receive. For that we’ll need a focused subspace wave packet that will induce a signal in normal space. You can almost think of it as Faraday’s induction principle applied across a subspace to normal space interface.

She blinks up at me, eyes unfocused, and grooves crease her forehead. “Where did you go, gorgeous girl?

The virus is a single word in the great wiki of hope and information, a mortal sleeperhold in spacetime, an earnest Tonga deathgrip on life. I’m the big world, there may be the end-of-days tectonic supernovae of bodyslams, the torque of tiger feint crucifix armbars on the topology of subspace, but the virus perseveres in its ardent intercellular replications, its ontological infections, its almost-endless epistemology of transmission.

Fenia schloss die Augen und sank. Gleichzeitig in den Schlaf und in die warme Dunkelheit ihrer Seele, wo sie die sein konnte, die sie war, in all ihren Facetten. Wo nur Hingabe wichtig war und wo sie die Verantwortung für eine Weile ablegen konnte, zumindest zum Teil, um nur noch zu fühlen und sich führen zu lassen.

Absolutely not, Captain,” said Admiral Alynna Nechayev over the subspace comm, her angular features and silver-blond hair framed by the edges of the desktop monitor in Picard’s ready room. “The risk is too great, and you know it.

Yes, Mr. Brender?” “Dave, get me all the data on the Tower of the Beast and the legendary city of Li in which it is supposed to exist.” “Don’t need to look it up,” came the crisp reply. “Most Martian histories refer to it as the beast that fell from the sky when Mars was young—some terrible warning connected with it—the beast was unconscious when found—said to be the result of its falling out of sub-space. Martians read its mind; and were so horrified by its subconscious intentions they tried to kill it, but couldn’t. So they built a huge vault, about fifteen hundred feet in diameter and a mile high—and the beast, apparently of these dimensions, was locked in. Several attempts have been made to find the city of Li, but without success. Generally believed to be a myth. That’s all, Jim.” “Thank you!

Greer murmurs, eyes all pupil-wide and cheeks flushed. She’s deep in subspace or endorphin space or some kind of space, and maybe it’s the power of knowing I got her that way or maybe it’s the simple joy of seeing a lover fucked into sheer bliss, but it’s fucking seductive as hell.

subspace transmission took fifteen years.” “Fifteen years?” they shouted at the same time, shocked and amazed. “I’m afraid so.” “But…” Meeks stuttered in