Isn't it worth the loss of a hand to have created the man of the future, the MACHINE
Some would call it a blasphemous kind of alchemy. I would say: it's messy work, with lots of mistakes.
"Blasphemy?" Before what, "God?" A God repulsed by the miserable humanity he created in his own image? I will not be shackled by the failures of your
God. The only "blasphemy" is to wallow in insignificance! I have taken the refuse of your God's failures, and I have triumphed!
You've broken all the laws of man, Luthor
. Now it looks as though you've broken all the laws of nature, too.
Mad? Is one who has solved the secret of life to be considered mad?
— Dr. Von Niemann, The Vampire Bat
The man who believes that the secrets of the world are forever hidden lives in mystery and fear. Superstition will drag him down. The rain will erode the deeds of his life. But that man who sets himself the task of singling out the thread of order from the tapestry will by the decision alone have taken charge of the world and it is only by such taking charge that he will effect a way to dictate the terms of his own fate.
Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence- whether much that is glorious- whether all that is profound- does not spring from disease of thought - from moods
of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.
I remember those nights, planning technologies that didn't exist yet, outsider science, futurist dreaming, half-magical. The things I could do outside the university setting, now that I didn't have to wait for the pompous fools at the college! I was building another science, my science, wild science, robots and lasers and disembodied brains. A science that buzzed and glowed; it wanted to do things. It could get up and walk, fly, fight, sprout garish glowing creations in the remotest parts of the world, domes and towers and architectural fever dreams. And it was angry. It was mad science.
Oh God, Lem, you're using science for no good. We took an oath we would try to do that less.
I'm a scientist, Lem. I've been a threat to humanity, the environment, even Jupiter once. But never
to a hot girl's boyfriend.
Walter, what are you doing? Dr. Walter Bishop:
Dosing a caterpillar. Peter Bishop: Dosing?
As in LSD? Dr. Walter Bishop:
Well, it's a special blend. Peter Bishop:
Hey guess what just happened? Dr. Walter Bishop:
Huh? Peter Bishop:
Finding out that my father is giving drugs to bugs just became a typical moment in my life. Dr. Walter Bishop:
It's wonderful, isn't it?
The chain, as a whole, is supposed to signify the Realm: one cannot have only lords or only knights, one needs farmers, smiths, merchants, shepherds and the like. Like a chain of many different metals - an obvious and trivial point, disguised with pomposity... much like the maesters themselves! They study without learning and proudly pass down the same knowledge that was passed down to them, with no addition
. Perhaps such is to be expected, when one considers the kinds of men who become maesters: the youngest sons
of noble families, dutiful and timid, raised in the shadow of their older brothers
; or bastards and peasant boys whose minds are easily satisfied by the knowledge of their next meal. Because bold men will not be chained
. They dare to ask questions the maesters fear to answer: they will look at a living man, and ask "How?" And they will look at the dead, and ask "What if...?
Letting loose with a scream in the dead of night
As he's breaking new ground
Trying his best to unlock all the secrets
But he's not sure what he's found
Whoa, now, it's off to work he goes
In the name of science and all its wonders
Not long now till the ultimate experiment
He's breaking all the rules
He wants to cure all matter of imbalance
In this world of fools.
I know you're desperate, I really sympathize
I see the morbid horror flicker in your eyes
But rest assured I'm gonna help to ease your pain
I'm gonna put a thousand tiny implants in your brain
From my heart and from my hand,
Why don't people understand
Plastic tubes and pots and pans
Bits and pieces and
Magic from my hands, we're making
Things we've never seen before
Behind bolted doors
Talent and imagination
Not what teacher said to do
Making dreams come true
Living tissue, warm flesh
Plastic tubes and pots and pans,
Bits and pieces and, bits and pieces!
THE DOCTOR WILL SEE YOU NOW! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
If you want a new problem
, ask a salarian.
Aperture Science: We do what we must, because we can.
We hold life to be sacred, but we also know the foundation of life consists in a stream of codes not so different from the successive frames of a watchvid. Why then cannot we cut one code short here, and start another there? Is life so fragile that it can withstand no tampering? Does the sacred brook no improvement?
: Doctor, are you sure this will work? The Medic
: Haha, I have no idea!
He's a genius inventor, and therefore, also psychotic. It's like milk and Ovaltine. To make room for the know-how to split atoms, you have to free up some space, and sanity seems to be the first thing to go.
Yes Meredith, I've sent an elephant to hell. Science stuff, you wouldn't understand.
Doctor Slithingly watched the readout on the computer screen and rubbed his hands together.
"Excellent," he muttered, his voice a thin, rasping hiss. "Excellent!" He laughed to himself in a chilling falsetto. "Soon my plan will come to fruition. Soon I will destroy them all!" The room resounded with the sound of his insane giggling.
This was the culmination of years of research – years of testing tissue samples and creating unnatural biological hybrids – but now it was over. Now, finally, he would destroy them all – every single type and variation of leukaemia. In doing so, he would render useless the work of thousands of charitable organisations as well as denying medical professionals the world over a source of income. He would prevent the publication of hundreds of inspiring stories of survival and sacrifice which might otherwise have sold millions of copies worldwide.
"Bwahaha!" he laughed. "So long, you meddling haematological neoplasm, you!"
My Moon-based Death Ray
Panics the people of Earth.
Mock my theories now!
...Even as the noose was drawn around his neck, he could only think of what an abominable waste it had all been, his years studying in Sapphire and the brilliance that had followed.
Little concern it was of theirs that he stood amongst the most artful minds in the entirety of their damned nation. No, that was disposable in this city where appearances were paramount.
There had never been any chance of convincing them that his studies, while unorthodox, offered great potential. They were too ready to believe that his actions would draw the eye of the Pale Mistress
down on them all. Furthermore, the Realm would surely find his scientific dissections unseemly.
Really, why in the hell would you even get
into mad science if you're not going to Take Over the World
? Honestly, people, the sooner you realize that all scientists are evil
and have them all killed, the safer you'll be, really.
A scientist must know everything about his experimental subjects before they begin their work! And besides, one cannot concern themselves with things like "social mores" in the pursuit off greatness! Mwahahaha!
They called me crazy, insane, mad. Uwahahaaa
! Well. I'll show them.
Ze true mad scientist does not make public appearances! He does not wear ze Hello My Name Is badge! He strikes
from below, like a viper! Or on high like a penny, dropped from ze tallest building around! He has only ze one purpose: do bad things to good people, MIT SCIENCE!