This was a golden age, a time of high adventure, rich living and hard dying ... but nobody thought so. This was a future of fortune and theft, pillage and rapine, culture and vice ... but nobody admitted it. This was an age of extremes, a fascinating century of freaks ... but nobody loved it. O ÁCIDO DA FÚRIA CORROEU A BRUTA PACIÊNCIA E A PREGUIÇA QUE TINHAM FEITO DELE UM ZERO (1-0 ZÉRÔ...É O QUE SE CHAMA EMPATIA..) QUANTUM SATIS....QUANTO BASTE He was Gulliver Foyle, Mechanic's Mate 3rd Class, thirty years old, big boned and rough.. . and one hundred and seventy days adrift in space. He was Gully Foyle, the oiler, wiper, bunkerman; too easy for trouble, too slow for fun, too empty for friendship, too lazy for love. EDUCATION: NONE. SKILLS: NONE. MERITS: NONE. RECOMMENDATIONS: NONE” So reads Gully Foyle’s Merchant Marine card.

 O QUADRANTE DA MANHÃ A PARTE DO MUNDO ENTRE A MEIA-NOITE E A 
MADRUGADA 

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry? 

That's me,' he said, motioning to the robot. 'That's all of us. We prattle about free will, but we're nothing but response ... mechanical reaction in prescribed grooves. So ... here I am, here I am, waiting to respond. Press the buttons and I'll jump.'

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- 'Why reach out to the stars and galaxies? What for?'
- 'Because you're alive, sir. You might as well ask: Why is life? Don't ask about it. Live it'

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'There's got to be more to life than just living,' Foyle said to the robot.
'Then find it for yourself, sir. Don't ask the world to stop moving because you have doubts'
'Why can't we all move forward together?'
'Because you're all different. You're not lemmings. Some must lead, and hope that the rest will follow.'
'Who leads?'
'The men who must ... driven men, compelled men.'
'Freak men.'
'You're all freaks, sir. But you always have been freaks. Life is a freak. That's its hope and glory.'
'Thank you very much.'
'My pleasure, sir.'
'You've saved the day.'
'Always a lovely day somewhere, sir,' the robot beamed.  

 A man is a member of society first, and an individual second. You must go along with society, whether it chooses destruction or not.