"Minimal amount of bullets in opening stage, takes a while — go play Mars Matrix—sparse chaining..."
"This is about all about what you want to see: you've got NICE explosions—go play Mars Matrix—it's Bullet Hell..."
"You get this item, you get one item, then you use that other item to get this other item and—go play Mars Matrix."
[A brief shot of the bespectacled protagonist.]
Tom Servo: Is this that subliminal advertising I've been hearing so much about?
Crow: I don't know, but suddenly I'm really hungry for a guy with glasses.
"Must. Kill. Lincoln."
Ruth: Timmy, where's Lassie?
Timmy: She's out in the orchard, ma. Peaches're comin' in mighty early this year!
[Brief cut to executive on a white background]
Man: Smoke.
[Repeats basic sequence multiple times]
Man: Are you smoking yet?
Timmy: She's out in the orchard, ma. Peaches're comin' in mighty early this year!
[Brief cut to executive on a white background]
Man: Smoke.
[Repeats basic sequence multiple times]
Man: Are you smoking yet?
(During a clip from "Apocalypse Wow")
Duke: Vote for Duke! Vote for Duke! Vote for Duke! VOTE FOR DUKE!
Jay: Get that off my show!
Duke: Vote for Duke! Vote for Duke! Vote for Duke! VOTE FOR DUKE!
Jay: Get that off my show!
"It's come to my attention that there is a pair of sunglasses floating around this place that lets you see the subliminal propaganda we've painstainkingly hidden on every visible surface. Look, people, the reason motivational propaganda works is because you're not staring straight at it. That's the whole point. But what do I know? If everybody's too cool to be subliminally propagandized, feel free to wear your magic sunglasses all damn day. Motivate yourself from now on."
— Cave Johnson, Portal 2: Perpetual Testing Initiative
I had tried a couple of bootlegs of Geeta’s memods without testing them, back when I was younger and stupider. They were dirt cheap but still amazing, though they suffered from copy fatigue. Often the bootleggers placed compulsions in them that took money, time, and effort to eradicate. I still had the urge to gamble every time I passed an Ergo machine.
— Futures in the Memories Market by Nina Hoffman
Fiona: Gentlemen, a demonstration. This [switches on rock music playing for teenagers in an observation room] is what those kids think they're hearing on those headsets, and this is what they're really hearing.
[switches on the subliminal track, all the teenagers obediently sit down]
Mr. Moviefone: Conform. Free will is overrated. Jump on the bandwagon.
General: Hey, that voice, I know that voice! It's, um...
Fiona: It's Mr. Moviefone. He does all our subliminal tracks.
Mr. Moviefone: There is no such place as Area 51.
General: Excellent work, Fiona. Those kids will never know what hit 'em.
[switches on the subliminal track, all the teenagers obediently sit down]
Mr. Moviefone: Conform. Free will is overrated. Jump on the bandwagon.
General: Hey, that voice, I know that voice! It's, um...
Fiona: It's Mr. Moviefone. He does all our subliminal tracks.
Mr. Moviefone: There is no such place as Area 51.
General: Excellent work, Fiona. Those kids will never know what hit 'em.
