The intelligence analysts tracking Uploads from their bedrooms.
The Millennium Falcon's got nothin' on this baby!
Hide beneath the roots, and you might survive night in the Dark Forest.
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee...
Mirror, mirror, on the wall...
Nuking yourself across the Solar System, much like banging your head against the table, only really feels good when you stop.
It might take a lone sword to forge an Empire, but it takes a thousand merchants to keep one.