Yeah, but fuck it. This is the first fiction since “Johnny Mnemonic” that even hints at being realized. IMHO, Gibson is one of the greats. I don’t want him to become superbig famous posthumously, like Dick. I think he should be able to get rich and (more) weird, like some of his memorable characters. He should be JK…

Too bad there are no witty christian jokes other than you know, believing that asking a magical sky wizard not to kill you and send you to a burning pit is a thing.

They think that not believing in something is the same as believing in something. One wonders how they find the time to adhere to their religion AND adhere to the non-adherence of every other religion ever imagined.

God never gets the blame for the bad shit, only credit for the good shit.

Oh geez, cue the ultra uptight and defensive religious folks and their God nonsense

But there are no witty christian jokes other than, well, the whole christian thing.

I’m genuinely shocked that an Australian pilot asked people to pray considering Australia is the least religious place I’ve ever lived.

They are much better than they have any right to be.

So, admittedly, this is the my most cynical take: he has nothing to lose. He’s well established but trying to save a project perceived to be in trouble, while still using a lot of the other guys’ work. If he fucks it up, hey, he did the best he could with what he had to work with. If it does well, hey, he saved it!

Oh yeah, it’s a blast.

Hahaha countries that value work-life balance are so stupid. I mean fuck your family, amirite? 

A human being died in a bizarre accident. Have a modicum of respect.

It’s definitely one of the reasons people commonly cite for the failure. Granted, there are more that one reason.

I thought this was going to be about a self-driving bus going on a Terminator rampage. Disappointed!

I remember when Curiosity first touched down on the Martian surface. My kids were glued to the TV set and my son (who was 5 at the time in 2012) asked me when are we going to bring it home because it looked so lonely out there on its own. I told him that it’s staying up there and we’re not bringing it home. I told…

And somewhere in that picture, unresolvedly small but there nonetheless is my name, along with those a few million of my closest friends. The names are micro-etched on two disks, and it’s not data but actual english characters. Yep, my name is on Mars.

Yes but each and every Wal-Mart in this country is filled with the absolute worst examples of humans. I’ll take Amazon’s online shopping and quick delivery any day to avoid that.

Of course the secret message is the instruction to some magician’s assistant on how to swap water and wine without anyone noticing.