Quotes / Transhuman Treachery

"See? You made me hurt myself again! I broke my hand off completely at the wrist this time, Tina! But that's okay, Darlin', because I love you, and that's why you have to let me EAT YOUR BRAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIINS!"
Freddy, The Return of the Living Dead

Lauren: Oh my god [giggle]. You actually think I want "Saving"?
Mitchell: We can save each other! This is what I'm trying to... we can save each other.
Lauren: You don't get it do you? I want to kill. I want to feel their blood dripping down my chin. I want to see their faces when they realize. I want to kill my parents, my lovers... I want them to know. Herrick's talking about offering it first. Christ, let's just take it! Take the world. Tear the children to shreds.
Being Human, episode 1x01.


...she does not hesitate as she claims their lives. Mercy, you see, is a human trait. And Storm and her humanity have this night parted company.
Uncanny X-Men Annual #6

The kine knows my name. How strange... did I know this one? Everything before the Creation Rites is so hazy. Concentrating, I try to penetrate the veils my subterranean baptism cast over my brain. Ah yes, Tim - no, Tom. I worked with this one, this Tom, in the R&D Department. Playing with little white mice.
"Julie, help me... Julie... Jesus, Julie-"
"How blind I was. It chitters and squirms just like the rodents!
"Silence," Alexei commands. "Now, to work." Alexi grips a fold of skin just below the kine's collar-bone. "Observe." With one practiced motion, he peels the kine's torso to the waist. The kine's screams would be nerve-racking, had I still nerves to speak of. As it is, I find the rhythmic passage of sound waves through my vitae soothing, almost amniotic.
Vampire: The Masquerade - Clanbook: Tzimisce

Though twice separated from the memory by the barriers of time and my own transfigurative metamorphosis, the recollections retain the vivid tenacity of a fever-spawned dream. And the reverie is doubly reinforced by the fading embers of dim, pre-racial memory, telling me that the stringy pulp shredded between my teeth - the delicious firefly of liberated consciousness greedily ingested by the swelling tubers and snaking entrails of my alimentary tracts - was once a child.
I feel neither remorse or empathy, despite the fact that the hazy mirage of half-memory reminds me of my own humble origins. That once I, too, was a mere man...
Black Static, by David Conway