“What is an "instant" death anyway? How long is an instant? Is it one second? Ten? The pain of those seconds must have been awful as her heart burst and her lungs collapsed and there was no air and no blood to her brain and only raw panic. What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous.”
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“Well guess what motherfucker, you just got caught.”
“It's not about hacking computers anymore, it's about hacking human souls.”
“If only I were as good at life as I am at the internet.”
“I was so good at being a kid, and so terrible at being whatever I was now.”