“we should have been on top of that. we should have closed it down quick and clean, before anyone knew. in and out. that mess is going to be in the western mail tomorrow, gwen. mystory riot . deaths. we can't paper over it. fast bug out. no time to wipe memories or fake deaths. just a big old mess.”

“christ alive we're abit of a mess arent we?”

“Sometimes, there just isn't the opportunity or willingness to make things better. Sometime you can't simply have another go. You make a choice, and its a bad one, and you're left with it. No amount of trying again will fix it. Don't expect anyone to feel sorry for you, to cut you slack; you made a mistake and you'll have to live with it.”

“Have you noticed we can breathe in here too?Gosh, I wouldn't have picked up on that.”

“Caches of data are being recovered all the time. Why, just the other day, I heard that we now had complete texts for all three of Shakespire's plays!”

“Tull stopped laughing and stared into Loken’s face. His blue eyes were terribly cold and hard. ‘Kaos is the damnation of all mankind, Loken. Kaos will outlive us and dance on our ashes. All we can do, all we can strive for, is to recognise its menace and keep it at bay, for as long as we persist.”

“We pick up the pieces, Donna. Some of them are broken.”