Quotes / Powered by a Forsaken Child

Ivan: Tell me yourself, I challenge your answer. Imagine that you are creating a fabric of human destiny with the object of making men happy in the end, giving them peace and rest at last, but that it was essential and inevitable to torture to death only one tiny creature — that baby beating its breast with its fist, for instance — and to found that edifice on its unavenged tears, would you consent to be the architect on those conditions? Tell me, and tell the truth.
Alyosha: No, I wouldn't consent.

This is the eternal kingdom of Zeal, where dreams come true. But at what price?
Doreen, Chrono Trigger

Davitch: The Controller is linked to the transmissions. The entire output goes to her brain - you're not a member of staff, so she doesn't recognize your existence.
Doctor: What's her name?
Davitch: I don't know. She was installed when she was five years old. That's the only life she's ever known.
Doctor Who, "Bad Wolf"

Bulma: Did you look at Dr. Gero's notes? [...] The crazy bastard was kidnapping dozens of orphaned teenagers and experimenting on them!
Dr. Briefs: Oh come now, you can't kidnap an orphan - they weren't wanted in the first place! As aside, that's kind of brilliant.

Knob: This is an eco-friendly truck. It has an experimental engine I've been working on. It's fueled by the blood of orphans.
Riley: You kill orphans? For fuel for your vampire car!? Hasn't God kicked them in the face enough?
Knob: No, no, they're quite willing to part with their blood if you give them a hug or two. Needy little urchins...

It is a monstrous thing, to slay a unicorn. Only one who has nothing to lose, and everything to gain, would commit such a crime. The blood of a unicorn will keep you alive, even if you are an inch from death, but at a terrible price. You have slain something pure and defenceless to save yourself, and you will have but a half-life, a cursed life, from the moment the blood touches your lips.

Do not be put off by the occult practice of stuffing the living into walls. It is the most efficient way of powering Anima, and should be considered a form of veneration: we honour them and they protect us... until they begin to leak out. Then it is time to stop honouring them.
The Dragon, The Secret World

Just think of it, Smithers - I tried every tincture and poultice and tonic and patent medicine there is, and all I really needed was the blood of a young boy!
Mr. Burns, The Simpsons, "Blood Feud" (It's not evil in context)

Eat up! The sushi's made of fresh orphan.
Dick Roman, Supernatural

You'd be surprised at the breadth of things that can be powered by the souls of the innocent. Fortresses, swords, my favourite chandelier.
- Dread Empress Malevolent II, A Practical Guide To Evil

Dr. Orpheus: It craves... purity... it devours... purity... it seems to be... What the hell is this thing made out of?
Dr. Venture: Nothing.
Dr. Orpheus: (parental disapproval) Come on...
Dr. Venture: Alright, fine, I might have used a few unorthodox parts.
Dr. Orpheus: Just tell me one!
Dr. Venture: An... orphan...
Dr. Orpheus: A what?
Dr. Venture: (coughs) ...An orphan?
Dr. Orpheus: Did you say... an orphan!?
Dr. Venture: Yeah, a little... orphan boy...
Dr. Orpheus: It's powered by a FORSAKEN CHILD!?
Dr. Venture: Might be, kind of, I mean, I didn't use the whole thing!
The Venture Bros., "Eenie, Meanie, Minie... Magic!"

At times one of the adolescent girls or boys who go to see the child does not go home to weep or rage, does not, in fact, go home at all. Sometimes also a man or woman much older falls silent for a day or two, and then leaves home. These people go out into the street, and walk down the street alone. They keep walking, and walk straight out of the city of Omelas, through the beautiful gates. They keep walking across the farmlands of Omelas. Each one goes alone, youth or girl, man or woman. Night falls; the traveler must pass down village streets, between the houses with yellow-lit windows, and on out into the darkness of the fields. Each alone, they go west or north, towards the mountains. They go on. They leave Omelas, they walk ahead into the darkness, and they do not come back. The place they go towards is a place even less imaginable to most of us than the city of happiness. I cannot describe it at all. It is possible that it does not exist. But they seem to know where they are going, the ones who walk away from Omelas.

Originating on Terra, the Astronomican is projected through space from a vast, tiered chamber carved from a single mountain peak where a ten-thousand strong choir of trained psykers is agonizingly leached of their life energies to empower its divine light. The sheer quantity of such psychic energy generated is vast, and only the mind of the Emperor is mighty enough to direct such raw power. The prodigious amounts of energy soon reduces these psykers to dry husks of withered flesh, and more must be brought forth every day to replace the corpses of those who have perished. Though their fate is a sad one, it is a necessary one, for without the Astronomicon, there would be little or no space travel and the Imperium would soon collapse into warring factions.

The secret ingredient is... puppy's tears!
Beatrix, Battleborn

60 iterations off the central finite curve, there's a Rick that works more with wood than with polarity plating. His name is Simple Rick, but he's no dummy. He realized long ago that the greatest thing he'd ever create was his daughter. We captured that moment, we run it on a loop through Simple Rick's mind, and the chemical it makes his brain secrete goes into every Simple Rick's Simple Wafer's Wafer Cookie. Come home to the impossible flavor of your own completion: come home to Simple Rick's.

There's a Rick that held a factory hostage after murdering his boss and several co-workers. The factory made cookies, flavored 'em with lies. He made us all take a look at what we were doing, and in the bargain, he got a taste of real freedom. We captured that taste and we keep giving it to him so he can give it right back to you in every bite of New Simple Rick's Freedom Wafer Selects. Come home to the unique flavor of shattering the grand illusion: come home to Simple Rick's.

"Oh no. The power source. It's a person."
Kamala Khan/Ms. Marvel, Ms. Marvel (2014)