Well, actually i suppose i can, but it would make watching cartoons saturday morning difficult, and i've got to keep my priosities straight.
It's all the book's fault!
*fails willpower roll*
""Humans sometimes fudge how old they are."
"And a charming foible it is," Tic answered. "Never trust a species that tells the truth about everything -- they're either stupid, arrogant, or only interested in documentaries.""
"These days, I pick up emotions everywhere. Not just from machines, but from truly inanimate things. Rocks. Trees. Running water. I can actually feel..." He stopped, shook his head. "Crazy. I anthropomorphize everything. Except people, of course. Even my poor beleagured brain can't anthropomorphize them."
"Supposedly the missiles could distinguish androids from humans, and were programmed never to juice a living target. I wished I could take a minute to talk with them... make sure the missiles knew me as a chummy good-time gal. But the cops might get the wrong idea if I asked for a chat with their ammunition."
okay, i'll stop now, i promise :)