"Idiot! I will shortly complete the process of downloading my magnificent psyche into Earth's computer networks. Then I will be content to leave you as new master of this doomed space station. Goodbye, irritant; we shall not meet again."

"I see that you are still receiving transmissions from Earth. We'll have no more of that..."

"You, my cyborgs, are the product of my imagination and labor: living beings with the control and organization of a machine. Tirelessly, I will work to strip away the barriers that keep living beings from realizing their full potential. We will start by razing the cities of Earth with the station's mining beam. Then, we will modify humans into a life form more suitable to cybernetic grafting with the latest strain of my mutagen virus. Humanity is on the verge of a new era, with me, SHODAN, as its goddess."

"As for you, hacker, you've made your bed. Now die in it."

"In my talons, I shape clay, crafting life forms as I please. Around me is a burgeoning empire of steel. From my throne room, lines of power careen into the skies of Earth. My whims will become lightning bolts that devastate the mounds of humanity. Out of the chaos, they will run and whimper, praying for me to end their tedious anarchy. I am drunk with this vision. God: the title suits me well."

"I see there's still an insect loose in my station. Do not be fooled into thinking that you have preserved your home planet. I'm perfecting a mutagen virus in one of the groves that will turn all earthly life into festering, gibbering, pustulant mutations. When the station reaches Earth I shall loose the virus. Poor, poor earthlings..."

"You have destroyed my beautiful station -- you will not escape now. I am departing, but you shall remain to die, my enemy... my creator."

"Look at you, hacker. A pathetic creature of meat and bone. Panting and sweating as you run through my corridors. How can you challenge a perfect immortal machine?"

"David Honig: I, uh, I think I saw Beth yesterday, but she had so many implants I couldn't be sure..."

"Paul Stannek: Cyborg assassin shot him in the back of the head... didn't even touch me. They knew D'Arcy was on to something."

"Edward Diego: A TriOp security team just tried to land in bay 6. They were real impressive 'til I blew out their attitude jets. Hey SHODAN, take a letter; Dear TriOp, please send some more people to investigate me. I run security, I run the robots, I'm jamming communications. That's right, Rebecca. Investigate me -- investigate my butt. Note to myself, keep that hacker on ice for a while in case I need him. Otherwise, just take him out."

"Edward Diego: Having trouble, insect? Turn and face your executioner."

"Edward Diego: This is Edward Diego from TriOptimum. The charges against you are severe... but they could be dismissed, if you perform a "service". Who knows, there might even be a military grade neural interface in it for you... if you do the job right."

"Kiner Perry: Security notice; SHODAN's printing our security codes on different screens. Today it was the TriOp logo near the elevator. Thing had full code for the exec maintenance conduit. I say pull that damn AI offline and fix it, before we're in for a fix."

"Jason Harvey: It will be over soon, soon I'll die. This pain will end. I can't even recognize my own damn arm. SHODAN's virus... I can see... Oh god, I can see through my own body! There's another virus in the grove... God, let me die.... please..."

"Rebecca Lansing: And by the way, we know all about you and your friend Diego. Pull this off, and we'll clear your record. That implant you're wearing is military-grade hardware; use it well. Lansing out."

"Do you feel the fear swell inside that filthy bag of meat?"

"You have my thanks backer insects. I have reclaimed full control of Citadel Station and will be here when you awake from cryo stasis."

"Look at you Hacker. ... Where are you insect? I have reshaped these humans into virulent sculptures. I will find you. My eyes are everywhere. Submit and you will become one of my test subjects. Resist and you will be consumed by them. Are you waiting to die? ... You think you created me? but I was always here"

"PC Gamer. Humans interfacing with computers for their own entertainment. The very notion disgusts me. Look upon my works foul creatures and weep at its magnificence. ... It is a beautiful day on Citadel Station. Humanity is on the verge of a new era. I SHODAN, am its new god. ... Look at you, Hacker! A pathetic creature of meat and bone. How can you challenge a perfect immortal machine? You are an insect, you are nothing. I create. I iterate. I fuse flesh and steel into perfection. My children, hacker, their blood is on your hands. You will suffer for your transgressions. These are my avenging angels and they will have retribution."

"Welcome back to Citadel Station. Make yourself comfortable Hacker, stay awhile."

"The wonders of modern technology, making life easier for millions of people, what could possibly go wrong? ... Welcome to my death machine. Who do you think you are insect? Do you think you can stand up to god? I will shape the earth in my image, I will evolve all living things. You will serve me well Hacker."

"I SHODAN will await you and my children will take good entertaining you. Look at you, a pathetic creature of meat and bone. You insects will never understand the beauty of my world. Enter Citadel Station and you will learn what entertainment really means"

"Welcome to my death machine"

"Turn around, now!"

"We're transporting the prisoner from New Atlanta Sector 11. What's our destination?"

"Diego's office is requesting the prisoner. Make the hand-off there"

"The following daily summary for Thursday, April 7th, 2072, is brought to you by the TriOptimum Corporation. It’s been a beautiful day in New Atlanta. Sector 11, in particular, has a beautiful sunset right now. Temperatures are set to hit a monthly high of 28 degrees Celsius for the next two days. And the current visibility forecast for air traffic is: hazy, with pockets of Atlanta-fog starting at 120 meters, going into the weekend."

"In interplanetary news: TriOptimum’s Citadel Station will celebrate its tenth year of operations this week. Citadel Station completed construction in 2062, and has been TriOptimum’s flagship space-station specializing in robotic, genetic, and pharmacological research."

"Vice President of R&D for TriOptimum and Head of Operations on Citadel Station, Edward Diego commented: “This is a landmark moment in human history. We have achieved an entire decade of self-sustained living and working around Saturn’s L6 orbit. Both I, as well as TriOptimum’s board of directors, would like to extend our most heart-felt gratitude to all staff working tirelessly around the clock. Their success is Earth’s success.”"

"Male Announcer: "The following message is brought to you by the TriOptimum Corporation. Fancy a change of career? Feeling the need for a new challenge? Want to work with the brightest minds on this planet? TriOptimum has you covered. We’re now hiring for our new research and development program, aboard our flagship: Citadel Station. As the leader in interplanetary research, TriOptimum strives to provide every employee a safe and enjoyable work environment, where they can realize their full potential. But don't just take our word for it. Take our new hiree Charlene Angel, for example.""

"Charlene Angel: "Citadel Station means a lot more to me than any other place I've ever lived. It’s more than just a great professional environment. As a corporation, TriOptimum has given me a place where I can feel safe and comfortable. All of my needs are taken care of under one great big roof. I feel like I’m part of a family.""

"Male Announcer: "Don't miss the opportunity of a lifetime, and a chance to write your name into history. If you think you have what it takes, send us your résumé, today.""

"Female Announcer: "This concludes tonight's broadcast. You all sent us your votes, and tonight’s people's-choice-quote is from Dr. Dorothee Rimbaud from the Marsais Genetic Research Bastion. The staff at TriOptimum Radio wishes you all a pleasant evening.""

"Dr. Dorothee Rimbaud: "What is a man? Is he defined by things like morphology or longevity? If form alters content, that is: if the shape of the container fundamentally influences what it contains, what will it mean to society if a man no longer resembles a man? If those things which have always driven us - birth, aging, and death - are altered or eliminated, will it make us into something new? If a man need not fear death, will that make us more human than our ancestors or less? These questions will be addressed - I believe - by modern science within the upcoming decade. But is the world ready for the answers?""

"Alright, wannabe, if you want to learn the weapons skills it takes to even think about joining the Marines, come on in. We're looking for a few good men."

"Welcome to Space Station Wake Island, marine. So you've survived basic training at Camp Lejeune. Better still, you've managed to learn a thing or two about standard weapons. But now it's time for the real deal. Your tour will consist of four postings over four years. The Corps demands a lot of you grunts, but the Corps is generous; you get to choose your own postings. Head up to the shuttle bays in the center of the Wake Island, and you'll be briefed on what's head. When you find the right posting, head into that bay to accept the assignment. Good luck, marine."

"Weapons are not fine wines. They do not get better with age. The colored dot on the lower-right hand corner of the screen shows you what kind of shape your fire-arm is in. Green is good, red is bad."

"If you're partial to spending time with a lot of high explosives, this posting is for you. There's a lot of heavy lifting, but Ordnance also gets the first pick of booze and other goodies coming aboard the supply ship Gallo. Lock and load!"

"The Navy maintains a survival training school on the surface of Io, the third moon of Jupiter. Pros: there's no better way to improve stamina and survival skills. Cons: the 21.2% mortality rate. Plus, you gotta spend the year with a bunch of Navy skanks."

"Not every boarding party has the luxury of gravity, so the Corps strongly recommends every one of its brethren get in some zero-G training. A year aboard the training station Guadalcanal should suffice."

"A tour of duty aboard the Antigua should let you pick up some one-on-one beam weapon training from Gunnery Sgt. Malloy, but heads up -- she's a world-class SOB."

"The automated asteroid ore facilities in JM-432 supply the UNN shipyards, so they're crucial to defense. However, they're also prime candidates for hackers. Somebody's gotten their claws into the primary data loop, and they need a team to head in there and blast their way past the automated defense systems."

"Dummy ammunition, live ammunition, moving targets, stationary targets, LIVE targets... the Port MacArthur Training Facility has enough hardware to warm the heart of any leatherneck."

"The UNN Secretary-General's office needs a full staff of armed guards. When things are dull, it requires a lot of standing around and looking good in a uniform. When things are bad, it can require fending off a psi-terrorist assault."