[Epic] The Outer Limits Quotes – [En]

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The human race has a gift . . . that sets it above all the other creatures that abound upon this planet: the gift of thought, of reasoning, of understanding. The highly-developed brain. But the human race has ceased to develop. It struggles for petty comfort and false security; there is no time for thought. Soon there will be no time for reasoning, and Man will lose sight of the truth.

Some of man’s greatest achievements have been motivated by a driving need for love and acceptance. What happens when that need for recognition, becomes a desire to be revered, and then worshiped… like a god?
Increasingly, modern science pursues powers traditionally reserved for the Almighty. But those who encroach upon the province of the gods realize too late that the price for entrance… is destruction.

Poets argue that you are truly alive if you possess the ability to feel and love. Scientists, on the other hand, choose to define life in terms of proteins and carbon building blocks. But what happens when these two beliefs come crashing together?
The pursuit of technology exists to make human life easier and more pleasurable. But once such forces intrude upon the most intimate parts of our lives, will we then forfeit our very soul?

It is said that civilization began when man first became capable of changing his environment. What will happen when man has the ability to change himself, when no human need be cursed by heredity? Will it be the beginning of a glorious new kind of civilization… or the end of everything we know?
There is an old proverb that says: ‘Be careful what you wish for, for it might come true.’ And if your wish is for immortality, it is something you’ll have to live with…for a very long time.

Contact happened exactly one year ago, and the world changed forever. The line between life and death was blurred, crossed… then totally erased. Not through divine intervention, but another force from the heavens. A force greeted not with rapture… but with fear.
What if you were to wake up to a different world tomorrow… a world of invaders? Would you raise your voice with the aliens, in a chant of remembrance and regret, bidding farewell to a vanished world? Or would you fight against those who might ultimately help us?

The one certainty of the human experience is death. But what might happen when our effort to prolong the inevitable starts to turn that battle around? Will someone, or something, step in to ensure the final outcome?
For one man, the battle against death is over. But for the rest of us, the war rages on. At what point does the cost of survival… become too high a price for us to pay?

It is the differences between people that cause conflicts. Differences in religion, in race, in beliefs. What wars would be fought if the differences grew between two intelligent species; humans… and those who might ultimately replace us.
The wars of evolution are fought over generations. But sometimes only the fittest survive battles which last the briefest moments. A hundred years from now, a new race may look back and say, “This little girl’s stand was a turning point”.

Man has always been fascinated with the concept of going back in time. The question is often asked, “If you could go back, would you do anything differently?” But what if it goes the other way? We never hear the question, “Would you do anything differently, if you could go forward?
Time is a river winding steadily through the landscape of tomorrow. There are those who would steal a glimpse around the next bend and those who would fight the current. But the wisest are those who turn their eyes from the waters and seek out a fellow traveler to share in the journey.

It is a common scientific belief that humans use but a small fraction of the brain. Researchers all over the world try to unlock the secrets hidden in these darkened parts of the mind. But do we really want to unlock some secrets? And how will we deal with the dark discoveries that lie within?
If you were offered the chance to communicate with another person’s mind, would you choose to do it, knowing that in return you would have to expose your own deepest and most intimate thoughts?

In a world filled with darkness, a father’s faith has long been a beacon of light for those in need. But now the good father finds himself at a crossroads, in danger of losing his way.
From the dawn of time people have believed that angels walk among us. Some believe that demons are also in our midst. But who’s to say exactly what form either will take? They could be your spouse, your boss at work, even the person sitting with you… right now.

It is said only children are willing to believe in the possible existence of unknown creatures. When these creatures are discovered scientists will classify them by genus, class, order and species. But to children aren’t they simply the monsters that they already know?
Our world has been mapped, the oceans charted, animals and plants named and indexed… or so we believe. But there are still places grownups forget they’ve been and it is children who remind us that there are creatures that lurk in the dark, and, under the bed.

For the crew of a transport vessel, their moment has come. The eternal night of space has vanished and the night to come will be longer, and darker, than they can possibly imagine.
Within the human soul reside mysteries dark and deep; about our frailties, our fears, our shame. Today, or a hundred years from now, the darkest matter will still lie in the human heart.

For every human act their is a moment of decision; a single thought, a breath, a heartbeat… after which all possible outcomes narrow to one.
A second chance. But redemption follows not a change of body, but a change of heart.

Men of war have long known that warriors must often abandon those verities they defend. Peace, human kindness, love… for they hold no meaning to the enemy. And so, to win, do we become what we despise… and despise what we become?
In the darkest of hours… in the greatest of battles… we must never forget who, or what, we are.

Man has long worked to stave off the disease that can ravage us. But what can happen when the cure grows more fearsome than the disease?
Over millions of years man has become the very paragon of animals but we must take care not to alter what nature has taken so long to forge — or risk being burned by the very fires of creation.
I was not comparing myself to God. I only said I wad improving on his design.

“The Book of Job tells us that, “He who discovereth deep things out of darkness, bringeth out to light the shadow of death”. Will man’s unquenching thirst for discovery, ultimately be his undoing?”
The true measure of a hero is when a man lays down his life with the knowledge that those he saves… will never know.

Humankind has long tried to tame the forces of nature, to harness their power for our needs. But what if the very needs that drive us are the greatest power of all? Will we be able to control ourselves?
The urge to hunt and kill — the need to mate and multiply — these are our most primitive human drives. But they pale in comparison to the most powerful human drive of all… the need for love.

There is the silence of the oceans and the unending silence of space. There is the welcome silence of serenity and the everlasting silence of death. A cry for help is lost in the shrill noise of the world, but the faintest of whispers, when spoken in silence, can resonate across a universe.
There is no sound, no voice, no cry in all the world that can be heard… until someone listens.

It is said that God made man in his image, but man fell from grace. Still, man has retained from his humble beginnings the innate desire to create. But how will man’s creations fare? Will they attain a measure of the divine? Or will they, too, fall from grace?
Empathy, sacrifice, love. These qualities are not confined to walls of flesh and blood but are found within the deepest, best parts of man’s soul… no matter where that soul resides.

Ghosts. Haunted houses. Many maintain that such concepts have no place in our computerized twentieth century reality. But until man conquers death one inevitable question will always linger within the recesses of the human mind. What lies beyond?
What lies beyond? For each of us, the answer awaits at the end of life’s journey. Until then, we must live with the ghosts that dwell, not in some musty basement, but within the recesses of the human soul.
Faith is just a matter of saying there is no prove.
Love is just a mass of hormonal secretions that simulate certain sensations in the human brain.

The Roman philosopher Boethius said, “In other living creatures, the ignorance of themselves is nature, but in men it is a vice.” Imagine treading into the deep recesses of one’s self and finding someone you never knew existed.
People have long feared invasion by forces from other worlds. If that horror comes to pass our leaders will stand as our first line of defense unless, of course, our leaders themselves… are the invaders.

What is our last line of defense? Is it the military, with all of their power and might? Or is it the courage of a solitary man?
Sleep soundly in the knowledge that the dawn will come. Rest assured that our leaders are watching over us. But beware. For it is only their vigilance that stands between our restful slumber… and the end of the world.

We all struggle to define ourselves, to live our lives with some sense of balance, with one foot in the past and the other reaching for toward an uncertain future.
Our yesterdays are like a string of pearls — unbroken — unchanging. But if we could change our past, would that also change who we are?
A time traveler will remember all the time lines.

We have always been fascinated with the prospect of renewal. Built into the very fabric of our self-conscious is the desire for resurrection, a rebirth of body and soul… a second chance.
We live. We die. We live again. If we accept the tenuous fragility of our planet and ourselves perhaps we can avoid the necessity of rebirth in the distant future. Perhaps we can begin the second dawning of humankind… today.
I am aiding the humankind. The humans are better off dead.

What will become of us when we take a hand in our own creation? In trying to create the new man, will we condemn the old?
What are children but an extension of our own selves… a reflection of who we are and what we want to become.

The search for truth is a noble venture. But what happens when that search becomes so obsessive that we no longer find truth but instead… create it?
Nothing happens by chance. Life has a design all it’s own. For one person’s sacrifice can be another’s… salvation.

Man has taught computers to perform complex calculations, to control a factory, or to launch a spaceship, but can we teach computers to enjoy the beauty of a rose, the sound of a symphony, or the love of another human being?
As we become ever dependent on technology we may find that a walk down the road paved in circuitry leads us on a path of no return.

We do not know or fully comprehend what exists in the reaches past our world. Should we be so quick to dismiss the voices of those who say they’ve been… beyond the veil?
It is said that madmen and fools are the children of God and yet we seek to confine these children to the outer reaches of society, shut away and ignored. Is it possible that what we dismiss as their mad ravings may, in fact, be… the wisdom of prophets?

When we look in a mirror we see a reflection of ourselves. But how much more powerful than this is the reflection we see in the eyes of another? Especially in the eyes of one we hold to be more beautiful than ourselves.
We all wear masks, illusions of what we want the world to see. But when we hide our true selves from those we love… what price do we pay for that deception?

In our relentless pursuit of carrier and worldly possessions is it we who pay the highest price or is it…our children?
It’s said the road to hell is paved with good intentions. It is with the same good intentions that we blindly place our trust in those with power, the architects of our future and all to often, the manipulators of our ultimate fate.

Is man the center of the Universe made in the image of his God? Or is mankind merely the temporary occupant of an insignificant world about to be extinguished?
To those who would fail to heed their own words be warned: you never know who’s listening!

As technology evolves, the means to communicate with each other become increasingly sophisticated. But will these means ever be sufficient to bridge the gaps between us… or will they only serve to pull us further apart?
The distances between us, so vast and so close, are so easily bridged. Not by what we make… but by what we feel.

A safe place, warm and quiet. A place to rest and recover. When all is said and done, isn’t that what we all want? A safe place in someone’s home… or someone’s heart.
A poet once wrote, “In dreams begins responsibility.” So too, perhaps, with love. Without dreams, without the hope of a better life, a brighter future, it is difficult for love to flourish. And without love… there are no dreams.

Moonlight can drive man to madness and lovers to swoon, but this night, for one last and glorious moment, it shines bright as a grim harbinger of dawn.
Perhaps, how we face death is not as important as how we face life. To live each day with hope, with courage and with love… as if it were our last.

The Bible says, “Judge not, for ye shall be judged.” If we look beyond the weaknesses of those among us we call feeble, we may find surprising power buried within.
Mankind puts the strong, the athletic, the genius, on a pedestal. If we treated the less fortunate among us as equals we would see that they can also become heroes.

On the long road between cradle and grave, we travel alone. It is not the blind and random circumstances of our birth which determine the quality of our journey, that is decided by the choices made along the way.
Why do we need to belong? Is it for the fellowship of others? Or is it the fear of being left… out in the cold?

When the machinations of fear collide with man’s inventive genius the result can be both irreversible and terrifying.
Can the true reason we so fear the unknown be that we know ourselves…too well?

At what point does a human being’s free will cease to exist? And if we have forfeited our free will… are we still human?
For centuries philosophers have wrestled with the question, “Is man able to decide his destiny through his own actions or does fate have the final say?”

It is said that through our children we obtain a kind of immortality. An unending chain of life in which mother and child are forever linked, carrying in turn the burden of humanity.
The love of man and woman, the love of a mother and child. It is only from this places…that miracles can be born.

Warriors may be forged in the fires of battle but heroes are discovered in the most unlikely of places.
The greatest horror of war is the fateful transformation of our children into heroes.

We are told, everyone will be famous for fifteen minutes. But in these times when ‘celebrity’ is the drug of choice, the truly famous will tell you… fifteen minutes is rarely long enough.
In the long view of history, what difference will any of our lives make? The true measure of a life is not how many people know our names when we die… but whether we touch the lives of others.

We exist in this time and in this space. But where are we when we dream, before we are born, or after we die? What if we exist in many times and many spaces. Now… and forever.
Perhaps at the end of life’s journey, another begins. Two hearts, two minds, two souls… one destiny.

Our lives follow a long and winding path through time. But what happens if we’re forced off the course of our own destiny?
Life is, at best, an uncertain path. Perhaps, we should be grateful with what we have, for even these riches may disappear along the way.

Crime and punishment… an age-old dilemma. Man has long sought a solution to societies ills. But at what point does the punishment itself… become a crime?
Sometimes it is an easy thing for a man to cry out for retribution until he himself has walked in the footsteps… of those suffering the penalty.

We are now able to create devices that can project themselves in our image — that can not only look like a human, but talk like one, express pure emotion and… even make mistakes in true human form.
Man and machine. We are reaching the point where it is harder to tell which is which, and to guess which one… will ultimately survive.

It is only human to dream of rising above one’s limitations. But what if we had the power to instantly acquire the qualities that we envy in others? Would it bring real fulfillment… or a hunger that can never be filled?
How easily we scorn what Fate has dealt us and dream of what it has not. Before we cast aside our lots, it would be wise to remember… that dreams have a way of turning into nightmares.

Humans appear to be the only animals aware of their own mortality. When death comes, we console ourselves with it’s inevitability. But when the unthinkable happens, and a child dies before a parent, the natural order is turned upside down… as are the lives left behind.
The will to live is part of our biology. It exists in every cell, in our very DNA. Of course, sheer will can’t keep us alive forever. But sometimes, it can give us… a second chance.

Events in our past seem to slip further away with time. But what happens when they circle back and meet us head on… in the present?
Before we allow ourselves to be consumed by our regrets, we should remember the mistakes we make in life are not so important as the lessons we draw from them.

We quantify our world in order to learn. We break it down into facts, numbers, information. But how far dare we go before we destroy its mystery?
We make tools to extend our abilities, to further our reach, and fulfill our aspirations. But we must never let them define us. For if there is no difference between tool and maker, then who will be left to build the world?

Every child born is linked in a chain to generations past and future. But what happens when that chain is snapped?
Just as we inherited the Earth of our forefathers, we too will bequeath this world — so long as there are children to claim the inheritance.

Our history is filled with grim reminders of our inhumanity. Armies are crushed, populations ravaged, enemies imprisoned behind walls of stone. But the human spirit is not so easily confined.
Of all the needs which drive us: hunger, thirst, desire… perhaps the most powerful is the simple need to be free.

Those who seek to predict the future… might first look to the past. The past is a mirror — and those who ignore its sometimes dark reflection, are doomed to repeat it.
Will it be those seeking redemption who shall decide the future… or will those driven only by greed and envy shape our destiny? Even a hundred years later, the outcome is still very much in doubt.
The fate of a world isn’t determined by its best examples, but by its worst. It takes a few to destroy the many, especially when even the best of you can be dragged down into the mire. Judging from your example, brother against brother, friend against friend, you people have such a potential for violence, sheer and varnished wickedness, I’ve got every confidence you’ll destroy yourself before you build your first inter-stellar engine. We got nothing to fear from you.

What is freedom but the ability to make choices? Between courage and cowardice, duty and love, or even… heaven and hell. The nature of the choices we make define us as human beings. We choose the world we inhabit.
Each of us creates his own world. We conjure paradises from our hopes, and nightmares born of fear. But what if they are both illusions?

It is said that emotions are the language of the soul. But what happens when that expression is muted? What becomes of feelings… that have no voice?
Errant computers can be reprogrammed, imperfect machines redesigned… but human beings are another matter.

The quest to conquer death is as old as man himself. We conjure dark angels, whose untimely arrival we hope to avert with guile and perseverance. But in the end it is inevitably the grave, not hope, which prevails.
If we measure how much we value life, solely by our dread of dying, then it may well be that we have no sense of its value… at all.

Perhaps we should ask ourselves, will the next leap of science be a step into the future? Or a plunge into the abyss.
The more we learn about the universe around us, the more we realize how little we truly know. But we will only find what wonders await us if no false walls are built around our explorers, and no false restraints applied to the unquenchable human thirst to know it all.

Young idealists often dream of having the power to save the world. But would that dream become a nightmare if saving the world could also mean destroying it?
Our destiny is controlled by the choices we make. Those choices can turn an ordinary man into a king, or reduce him to little more than a pawn. With the fate of the world in your hands… what would you choose?

For years we have searched for the answer to an eternal question, “Are we alone?” As yet, there has been no answer. Or perhaps the answer is only for those with the facility to hear it.
It is said that Music is a universal bridge, crossing the barriers of culture, age, and language. Perhaps, eventually, we will learn that it also spans those of time… and space.

Even in the most innocent of minds, there are still secrets best left unrevealed.
Perhaps the descent into madness… is not a solitary journey, after all.

The search for truth is a uniquely human process, a quest guided by our perception of an event. But what happens to the truth when what we see and what we think we see… are two very different things?
Some say that the truth is only what we persuade others to believe. If so, we should be wary… for truth is easily and often hidden by the arguments of those who are false.

In a world where change is the rule, we rely on the unyielding constants in life for comfort and security… that the sun will rise, that the earth will turn. But what if we could no longer be certain of anything? To what then would we cling?
For centuries philosophers and theologians have debated what it means to be human. Perhaps the answer has eluded us because it is so simple. To be human is to choose.

Sometimes, to uncover that which is hidden, we must first be made to look.
We rely upon others to inform us but wisdom can never be taught… and we must always decide the truth for ourselves.

With every scientific advance we grow closer to unlocking the mysteries of life and creation. But what have we gained if, in the process, we lose our humanity?
The most powerful thing we pass along to our children may not reside in the genes… but in the soul.

Humankind has proven to be unique among lifeforms, distinguished not only by it’s lofty intelligence, morality and self awareness, but also by a baser side… it is the only creature that kills for sport.
As machines grow more human, we must be wary that we do not become… less so.

In order to survive, a soldier must fight many battles, physical as well as mental. But in the heat of the struggle, reality can sometimes fade, like memory, until only one thing remains certain… the first casualty of war is truth.
Humans kill for love, for revenge, for survival, and even for ideas. Perhaps the capacity to kill then is a very true part of our nature. But within this behavior, defined by fear, must we also be taught to hate?

Do we have the power to shape our lives or are we predestined to be who we are? If our Fate is but one amongst many, then whose life, if anyone’s, is real?
If our lives are indeed the sum total of the choices we’ve made, then we cannot change who we are. But with every new choice we’re given, we can change who we’re going to be.

Evolution is guided by the principle of survival of the fittest. For the human animal, the urge to compete is ingrained in our spirit. But in some arenas the rules are not clear and victory may well be an illusion.
For the human race life is a ceaseless competition for power, for fame, even love. But when the desire for victory is reduced to winning at any cost, then we can only guarantee our defeat.

When we have conquered interstellar space, what will we gain? A new perspective on ourselves or only a wider scope for our arrogance.
Cultural relativity. It doesn’t need to be a complicated theory. Indeed, it can be as simple, and as deadly, as a two-edged sword.

They say seeing is believing. But the true question is… what do you believe you’ve seen?
Throughout history, the search for faith has led man to look to the stars and the heavens for answers. But only by looking into ourselves may we truly find it.

Throughout history man has been driven to seek out his origins to determine whether he’s the result of a divine plan or merely the sum of all his yesterdays. But what happens if, at the end of his search, he should discover he’s neither?
Every life is a destination unknown, a journey of tragedies and triumphs that ultimately allows us to discover not only our world, but more importantly, ourselves.

Human beings naturally fear that which is unknown or different. But unless we strive to conquer those fears, they may exact a price far greater than we can bear.
It is said the human capacity for language is the quality which separates us from all other species on earth. Perhaps it is also the same quality which can link us to those beyond… but only if we are willing to listen.

Since our earliest beginnings we have always believed in some form of transcendence. But, when we finally discover how to transcend our own biological bodies, what exactly will we gain… and what will we leave behind?
A great philosopher once said, “The endeavor to persist in it’s own being is the essence of the individual thing.” But when the day comes that the mind and body can be separated… what will happen to the soul?

Along with futures we dare not imagine… come choices we dare not make.
Though survival of the fittest is the cornerstone of evolution… perhaps, the meek shall inherit the earth after all.

Experience teaches that of all the emotions, fear stands alone in its power to move us or to capture us in its grip… forever.
In a world of terrors there is nothing more fearsome than the unknown. Especially when what is unknown… is ourselves.

Our history abounds with the exploits of heroes who brave overwhelming odds and live to tell the tale. But is there a point at which the determination to survive… comes at too high a price?
It is nature’s imperative that the differences among us endure. But what if we can no longer distinguish one being from another?

It has been said that for the truth to exist it takes two people… one to speak it and another to hear it.
Mankind will be forever doomed to destruction, if we continue to ask for the truth but then… refuse to listen.

Our children need protecting from much more than physical harm. Just as threatening to the fragile child are the dangers of the mind… and the dangers of the heart.
Let us hope that no technology will ever exist that can replace human warmth and compassion. For when such a technology does exist, will we cease to be human?

They say a little knowledge is a dangerous thing. But what of the man who possesses too much knowledge?
If knowledge is power and power corrupts… how will humankind ever survive?

Evolution teaches that the failure of a species to adapt will result in extinction. But could an entire gender fall victim to the same immutable loss?
The differences between men and women have been debated among philosophers since recorded history began. If indeed males are, by their nature the aggressor, it is this quality that may one day be their undoing.

It was once written, ‘To thine own self, be true.’ But how do we know who we, really are?
Every man must confront the monster within himself, if he is ever to find peace, without.

They say what you send around comes around. Perhaps, that is true, even if it sometimes takes… a thousand years.
Humans are driven to explore their history, to rediscover forgotten lives and times. For deep down we have always known that our past… is often prologue.

While some prisoners of war show bravery beyond the call of duty, others succumb to an enemy often more formidable than the one which captured them.
In our efforts to plumb the depths of our psychological endurance we may do more than drive ourselves to the breaking point… we may destroy the very world we’re seeking to protect.

Our most powerful instinct is self-preservation. But what happens when fear and mistrust twist that drive into a force more destructive than any outside enemy?
It is one of the great mysteries of existence how the smallest drop of understanding can cleanse a sea of mistrust and hate.

It is perhaps the central paradox of our existence… to be alive is to be aware of our mortality. Life is, by definition, a terminal disease.
Philosophers and poets concur on one fundamental truth… love will find a way, it’s just a matter of time.

Throughout the ages humans have looked to the heavens and wondered, ‘Where did we come from, and where are we going?’ But will we find those answers in the stars, or in ourselves?
It is said that those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it. Will we be wise enough to learn?

How far will mankind have to go before we realize that the only antidote to self-annihilation… is trust.
If mankind is to survive we must trust one another… and that trust begins in the human heart.

It is said that conduct on the battlefield is the ultimate measure of a man. But often the enemy we are most afraid to face is much closer… to home.
Wars can be won or lost but in the battle waged inside a man’s soul, only love can heal the wounds.

It is nature’s way that life expands to fill any vacuum. But when human minds become circuits and human flesh becomes steel, what will that new life reveal?
If we teach our children by example, then we only have ourselves to blame for whom they become.

The skeptic’s world is a secure one, built on unshakeable truths. But what happens when it’s foundation begins to crumble?
If we mock that which we do not understand, we may learn too late that the penalty for such arrogance… is annihilation.

In an age of medical miracles, who shall live and who shall die may be less a matter of chance… than a matter of choice.
Our inexorable march toward death defines our lives, giving meaning to our every waking moment. But how will it change us when our fate is taken out of God’s hands… and placed in our own?

The longing for redemption can express itself in many forms and sometimes, indeed, the greatest obstacle we face is found within our own conscience.
It is said that our lives are measured by what we leave behind. But for rich man and poor, the most valuable legacy of all… is love.

We denounce the bigotry of the past, secure in our own enlightenment. But if we were to encounter a race totally unlike our own… would we remain so pure of heart?
With each new generation, hopes for a brighter future are rekindled. But until we shrug off the shackles of hatred, we will remain prisoners of our own ignorance.

For all our medical advances, the human brain remains vast and largely uncharted. What revelations lie ahead for those who would explore this undiscovered country and what unknown dangers will they encounter on their journey?
Our greatest achievements do more than heal the sick and give strength to the weak, they also lead us from the darkness to a place of hope and light.

The burden of solitude is a mighty one; be it a lone voice echoing in the dark, or the cry of humanity in a desolate universe.
Our lives are defined by our choices; paths taken, worlds explored. But once we commit, we can never go back and choose again… or can we?

When is something truly alive? When it shows an ability to think or an instinct to survive or… when it becomes afraid to die?
Whether forged from metal or born of flesh, one simple need connects every form of life… the unquenchable thirst for freedom.

Do our memories define our identity? If we are merely the sum of our experiences, what do we become if those experiences are lost?
The same qualities that make each of us unique can also prevent us from changing who we are, even if it might be… a change for the better.

How well can we ever know our neighbors? Perhaps we might better ask, how well do we want to?
It is said that our relationships deepen as secrets give way to truth. It may be, however, that there are some stones better left unturned.

Man’s empirical pursuit of science has often been at odds with his need for religious faith. But what happens when these two beliefs… collide?
In Man’s unending pursuit of salvation, the distractions of his science or his religion may be the very thing keeping him from his creator.

Even in the darkest corners of despair there are glimmers of light we call truth. But what if it is a light to which the rest of the world is blind?
The universe is a labyrinth so vast and mysterious that those who choose to plumb it’s depths may wind up lost… forever.

It is said that those who ignore the past are doomed to repeat it. But what dangers await those who cannot forget the past, those obsessed with reliving it?
The wounds of war run deep, cutting across generations. But there is always the hope of healing, so long as there are souls among us whose hearts are more full of love… than hate.

Buried deep within the heart of every conflict lies a territory known as common ground. But how do we summon the courage to seek out it’s borders?
Only with the realization that, what we share with our enemy is greater than what divides us, can peace ever be won.

What makes us human? Is it our basic instincts or our noble aspirations? Are we slaves to our genetics or masters of our fate?
Perhaps we can never fully escape the animals we once were, but with our minds and our hearts, we can always fight to remain human.

As we cocoon ourselves in the comforts that our expanding technology affords, are we insulating ourselves from the very things that make us human?
Our survival as a species depends more on our trust of one another, than of the machines on which we increasingly rely.

We exist in time, moving forever forward through the moments of our lives – moments which, once experienced, can never be relived… or can they?

From the time our earliest ancestors looked to the stars we have wondered what secrets they held. But will we be ready when those answers are disclosed?
It is our nature to fear a dark purpose in that which we do not understand. But true evil may lie more in ignorance than in suspicion.

Man creates laws to maintain the order of his world. But what happens when the laws of man defy the laws of nature?
The power of human emotion can neither be controlled by laws we create nor confined by the will we impose.

The longing for adventure and discovery burns in the heart of every child. But no drive is stronger than a child’s need for a parent’s love.
It is said that love and truth walk hand in hand. But if the need is great enough, can we learn to love a lie?

In a world where youth is valued more than wisdom… what will become of our elders?
The greatest lesson one generation can bestow upon the next… is that reverence for the past ensures the future.

Some men lose themselves in war… others find themselves.
sacrifice is not what we surrender, but what we ultimately gain.

Is violence born in the heart… or in the mind? If we must kill to protect ourselves, what will that do to our souls?
In the struggle between life and death, sometimes survival is not the only way to win.

In the face of violent crime, the thin line between justice and vengeance can grow ever thinner. But what happens when society becomes as violent as the criminals it seeks to contain?
To those who would corrupt the search for truth… be warned! The sword of justice cuts both ways.

From muskets to sixguns to assault weapons, the pages of our history run red with blood. But which came first, the violent impulse or the weapon which answers it’s call?
The path to our own destruction may lie less in the weapons we conceive… than the violence in our hearts.

It is said that man is created in God’s image. But what happens when we alter that image? Is our reflection the only thing that changes?
In an age when we are led to believe that we can be anything we want to be, what most eludes us is simply, being ourselves.

Human history is marked by our desire to expand our boundaries. But what happens when our reach exceeds our grasp?
Ultimately, our survival may depend less on our ability to overcome our enemies than the weakness of our own character.

Nothing in our world is more unyielding than the inexorable march of time. But what will happen when man finds a way to manipulate that awsome force?
We have always struggled to control our destiny. But even when we think we’ve succeeded, fate may have the final word.

It is said that what we behold with our eyes is merely the surface of reality. But if we could see beneath that facade, what would lie within?
Of all the gifts his Maker has bestowed upon man, none is more precious than his ability to love another.

Who we are and what we will become are determined by our actions. But are those actions planting the seeds of our salvation… or destruction?
Let us always remember, as we sow… so shall we reap.

There is no greater tragedy for a parent than the loss of a child. But when does grief become obsession?
When we endeavor to fill a terrible void, sometimes the void can consume us.

To sleep, perchance to dream. But what happens when the dream is to never sleep again?
Unless humankind awakens to the need to preserve it’s future, it may one day find itself asleep… for etermity.

In an age of doubt, there is nothing more powerful than the need to seek answers. But what happens when the cloak is lifted and those answers… suddenly revealed?
Sometimes, the best way to hide the truth is to keep it in plain sight.

Within each of us there is an internal voice that tempers our actions. But what happens when that inner self overwhelms the face we show the world?
Without darkness there would be no light. Without error, no sure path to the truth. In a world where absolutes reign, what may be most important is finding the balance.

Humanity defines itself by the capacity to think and feel. But what happens when a machine attains the same abilities?
If we choose to give birth to a thinking machine, we must be prepared for the day when our progeny will demand independence.

We live in an egocentric age, where many of us believe we are the sun in our own universe. But what happens when these illusions collide with reality?
No idea is so strong it should not be tested by doubt, and no man so powerful that he is infallible.

Who among us does not think he knows evil when he sees it? But are such distinctions really so black and white or is morality simply a matter of perspective?
Powerful ideas do not die with those who gave them birth, so long as the seeds of those ideas are planted in their followers.

Technology is designed to serve us, to ease our burdens. But will our machines become so sophisticated that it is we who do the serving?
When the human mind is made obsolete by advancing technology, the soul may not be far behind.

Faith is the bedrock of our religious beliefs. But what happens when that foundation is shaken to it’s core?
Blind faith can lead us toward the light… or plunge us into eternal darkness.

It is said that great conflicts are not settled by words but by iron and blood. But what if we could revisit those decisions? Would we still surrender to violence?
Despite everything we do, we may never free ourselves from the bonds of fate.

From the time we are children we are taught to mistrust strangers. But are we always as wary as we encourage them to be?
As long as an enemy is judged solely by his appearance, his victory is assured.

As we surrender more authority to our ever more capable technology, what will happen when that technology goes awry?
In the end, it may be our certainty that we are infallible which will prove our downfall.

Physical scars are evidence of a wound long since healed. But what about the wounds we can’t see? What is left behind when there is trauma to the soul?
The suffering we conceal and the sorrow we hide may only be fully understood by those who share a common pain.

What will become of a world that outlaws the very tools it has always looked to for solutions?

How is the world to survive once technology makes possible the day when one man holds our fate in his hands?
If we fail to be vigilant, we may find that the same miracles which define our greatness as a species will one day spell our doom.

In society, where devotion to one’s family is frequently sacrificed on the alter of ambition… can the things we sacrifice ever be regained?
Before allowing a machine to take over a part of your life, make sure that you know the true price you will be paying.

Can the fate of mankind hinge on a single act or are we helpless to change our destiny?
The answers to mankind’s future problems can be found within, so long as there are those among us willing to make the sacrifice.

Religious devotion can lead people away from temptation and evil. But is the path as clear if that devotion is blind?
When you blindly give up your free will to a higher authority, be sure you are not also giving up control of your ultimate destiny.

The beauty of motherhood and the miracle of new life connects us to our humanity… or does it?
The birth of a new life can be awesome and miraculous, unless it is at the expense of the human race itself.

It is said that those who survive a brush with death see the world anew. But what if that second chance became a second life?
Few of us have the opportunity to truly begin again… to redress the flaws that tarnish our souls. But only when we remake ourselves can we remake the world.

When we are able to instill a machine with human emotions, will we then instill it with a soul?
When our machines are smart enough to be as destructive as a human, perhaps they will also love like one as well.

God is said to have reached into the firmament and made humankind in his own image. But who’s image will be mirrored when we gain the same awesome power?
The desire to be an individual is one of humankind’s deepest longings, surpassed only by the will to survive.

We believe that human advancement should be attained at almost any cost but what if the ultimate payment is one’s soul?
As we persue technological advancement we should be careful not to abandon out humanity in the process.

The desire to barter and acquire is as deep as any part of human nature. But what happens to values when one barters with a being whose nature is not human at all?
The pursuit of material things is ultimately pointless if one loses the things that are truly valuable to the human spirit.

Tragedy touches many lives, seemingly without reason. But is there a hidden purpose that lies beneath our apparently random fates?
Despite our ever more sophisticated technology, sometimes an open mind and a caring heart are more important tools to fathom our reality — all the way from it’s deepest inner reaches to it’s most distinct outer limits.

Are we affected only by our outward experience or are there other worlds that affect us? Hidden worlds — that exist in the heart and in the blood.
We are shaped by our experience, both within and without, present and past… and we pass those experiences on in our blood, giving birth to new generations and sometimes… new worlds.

Has humankind risen to the top of the evolutionary ladder because of it’s monogamous nature… or in spite of it?
Commitment and loyalty are not stuffy issues of the past, but are enduring qualities that raise us above creatures that procreate without compassion or disgression.

Heartfelt regret can sometime serve as compensation for past misdeeds. But what happens when dark secrets resurface unexpectedly, to claim their due?
If we are unwilling to heed out conscience, our worst moral judgments will inevitably come back to haunt us.

The human mind has been compared to a house — it’s rooms filled with memories, ideas and dreams. Rooms which remain essentially locked and inaccessible. But what if we could make a master key?
If we are going to delve into the true secrets of the human soul, we must be prepared to deal with the demons that reside there.

It is said the moving finger of fate, having written, is indelible. But what if destiny’s trail could be erased and etched anew?
As our scientific knowledge expands so do the borders of our explorations, ultimately moving beyond the bounds of three dimensions.

When a heart has been turned cold by anger and grief, can patterns of destructive behavior be averted or are they predestined?
In an ever more complex and dangerous world, vigilance and guidance is needed for those most vulnerable to it’s cruelties… our children.

As humanity spreads to the stars, we will take with us our values and our laws. But how will those laws and moral judgments apply to creatures and cultures alien to our own?
Only by cutting through the darkness of ignorance and prejudice can we achieve true justice.

The values we instill in our children are those within ourselves. We should make sure they are the values we want them to live by… and die by.

When we awaken an intellect within our machines, will we enter a new enlightened age or a much darker one?
In trying to create machines that think, we should take care that we don’t end up creating a new race that will supplant our own.

They say you are the sum of your experiences. But what happens when an event from your past prevents you from defining your future?
Fear can be a powerful and driving emotion but it is no match for the love between mother and child.

We believe ourselves to be an essentially noble race. But would that same assessment be made from a truly objective view?
We have the capacity for great good or great evil. The path of our future is ours to decide.

It is said we are judged, not by our words, but by our deeds. And yet, how many of us are ready to stand up to such scrutiny?
Our choices define us and sometimes… doom us.


I am adding The Original Series quotes below:

The planet Earth is a speck of dust, remote and alone in the void. There are powers in the universe inscrutable and profound. Fear cannot save us. Rage cannot help us. We must see the stranger in a new light – the light of understanding. And to achieve this, we must begin to understand ourselves, and each other.

Somewhere south of the Mongolian border and north of the Tropic of Cancer, in that part of the world we call the Orient, a slumbering giant has shaken itself to wakefulness. Passed over in most histories as a nation forgotten by time, its close-packed millions in the short span of twenty years have been stirred to a fury by one man: Lee Ching Sung. A benevolent despot in his homeland, Sung stands as an irresponsible threat to peace in the eyes of the rest of the world. William Lyons Selby, candidate for the presidency of the United States, predicted by every poll, survey and primary to be a certain winner in the forthcoming election.
To Theodore Pearson, not even so monstrous a crime as the assassination of William Lyons Selby justifies an act of war, because there is no war as we knew it, only annihilation. A great American has been killed in the service of his country. Now it is the job of those who continue to serve to carry on guarding our freedom with dignity and unrelenting vigilance.

Is this the day? Is this the beginning of the end? There is no time to wonder. No time to ask “Why is it happening? Why is it finally happening?” There is time only for fear, for the piercing pain of panic. Do we pray…or do we merely run now and pray later? Will there be a later…or is this the day?
Now I don’t care what reading of history you take. The pattern is always the same. Whenever a bacterium invasion strikes or a fire rages or a wild beast roams the streets. Then and only then do men stop fighting each other and work together to save themselves. A common enemy, a common fear. That is the only answer. If all the men of the Earth are threatened by an enemy from a hostile planet… well, gentlemen, we are going to create that enemy.
Scarecrows and magic and other fatal fears do not bring people closer together. There is no magic substitute for soft caring and hard work, for self-respect and mutual love. If we can learn this from the mistake these frightened men made, then their mistake will not have been merely grotesque. It will have been at least a lesson – a lesson at last to be learned.

In the course of centuries, Man has devoured the Earth itself. The Machine Age has dried up the seas of oil. Industry has consumed the heartlands of coal. The Atomic Age has plundered the rare elements — uranium, cobalt, plutonium — leaving behind worthless deposits of lead and ashes. Starvation is at hand. Only here, in the void of space, is there a new source of atomic power. Above us, in the debris of the solar system, in the meteorites and asteroids, are the materials needed to drive the reactors. Yet in their distant, silent orbits, these chunks of matter are beyond the reach of man, beyond the reach of human hands, but not beyond the reach of human minds. Driving along a country road in an ordinary car is a modest man: Harold J. Finley, quiet and profound…
Deep beyond the kindest, gentlest soul may lurk violent thoughts, deadly wishes. Someday, Man will learn to cope with the monsters of the mind. Then, and only then, when the human mind is truly in control of itself, can we begin to utilize the great and hidden powers of the universe.

Where are we going? Life, the timeless, mysterious gift, is still evolving. What wonders, or terrors, does evolution hold in store for us in the next ten thousand years? In a million? In six million? Perhaps the answer lies in this old house in this old and misty valley…
An experiment too soon, too swift. And yet may we not still hope to discover a method by which within one generation, the whole human race could be rendered intelligent, beyond hatred, or revenge, or the desire for power? Is that not, after all, the ultimate goal of evolution?

Here, in the bright, clustered loneliness of the billion, billion stars, loneliness can be an exciting, voluntary thing, unlike the loneliness Man suffers on Earth. Here, deep in the starry nowhere, a man can be as one with space and time; preoccupied, yet not indifferent; anxious and yet at peace. His name is Joseph Reardon. He is, in this present year, thirty years old. This is the first time he has made this journey alone…
It is said that if you move a single pebble on the beach, you set up a different pattern and everything in the world is changed. It can also be said that love can change the future, if it is deep enough, true enough and selfless enough. It can prevent a war, prohibit a plague, keep the whole world… whole.

In this room, twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, security personnel at the Defense Department’s Cypress Hills Research Center keep constant watch on its scientists through O.B.I.T., a mysterious electronic device whose very existence was carefully kept from the public at large. And so it would have remained, but for the facts you are about to witness…
The machines are everywhere! Oh you’ll find them all, you’re a zealous people. And you’ll make a great show of smashing a few of them, but for every one you destroy hundreds of others will be built. And they will demoralize you! Breaks your spirits! Create such rivets and tensions in your society that no one will be able to repair them! Oh, your a savage, despairing planet and when we come here to live you friendless, demoralized, flotsam will fall without even a single shot being fired. Senator, enjoy the few years left you, there is no answer…Your all the same. Dark persuasion! You demand, insist on knowing every private thought and hunger of everyone. Your families, your neighbors. Everyone! But, yourselves.
Agents of the Justice Department are rounding up the machines now. But these machines, these inventions of another planet, have been cunningly conceived to prey on our most mortal weakness. In the last analysis, dear friends, whether O.B.I.T. lives up to its name or not will depend on you.

In northern Greenland, the mountains stand like a wall along Victoria Channel, whose straight course marks the line of the great Baffin Fault. Until recently, not even the Eskimos ventured into this arctic waste; but, today, as in other lonely places of the world, the land is dominated by those instruments of detection which stand as a grim reminder of Man’s fear of Man. This is Point TABU, a name given this predominantly underground base by a young officer who explained that the letters in TABU stood for ‘Total Abandonment of Better Understanding’. Some two hundred men and a few women make this their permanent residence. Their task is to maintain a constant alert against enemy attack, and be prepared to respond to it, devastatingly.
We live in a world of cowards, Dr. Hamilton. Every man is afraid of his brother, and most men try to hide from that awful fact. Even here, the men are afraid to see the evil that is here on this base. And they are responsible for it.
A weapon? No, only an instrument: neither good nor evil until men put it to use. And then like so many of man’s inventions, it can be used either to save lives or destroy them, to make men sane or to drive them mad, to increase human understanding or to betray it. But it will be men that make the choice. By itself the instrument is nothing until you add the human factor.

Rocks: silent, inanimate objects torn from the Earth’s ancient crust. Yielding up to man over the long centuries all that is in know of the planet on which we live withholding from man forever their veiled secrets of the nature of matter and cosmic catastrophe, the secrets of other worlds in the vastness of the universe, of other forms of life, of strange organisms beyond the imagination of man.
Two black crystalline rocks: unclassifiable. Objects on the border between the living and the nonliving. A reminder of the thin line that separates the animate from the inanimate. Something to ponder on. Something to stay the hand when it reaches out innocently for the whitened pebble, the veined stone, the dead unmoving rocks of our planet.

A war between worlds has long been dreaded. Throughout recent history, Man, convinced that life on other planets would be as anxious and belligerent as life on his own, has gravely predicted that some dreadful form of combat would inevitably take place between our world and that of someone else. And Man was right. To the eternal credit of the peoples of this planet Earth, history shall be able to proclaim loudly and justly that in this war between Unified Earth and the planet Ebon, Ebon struck first. Ebon: Its form of life unknown, its way of life unpredictable. To the fighting troops of Earth, a black question mark at the end of a dark, foreboding journey.
There’s no leniency for a traitor. None at all. He earned the death penalty all by himself. There’s no reason why we should handle Major Jong any differently here than if he were down on Earth. I told you all before we were captured, the only laws we would have here were those we brought with us. We need those laws. Even the questionable ones, even the painful ones. We need them. They remind us that we were civilized enough to make them in the first place. Or perhaps to remind us that we are not as civilized as we should be.
The exploration of human behavior under simulated conditions of stress is a commonplace component of the machinery called war. So long as Man anticipates and prepares for combat, be it with neighboring nations or with our neighbors in space, these unreal games must be played, and there are only real men to play them. According to established military procedure, the results of the Ebon maneuvers will be recorded in books and fed into computers for the edification and enlightenment of all the strategists of the future. Perhaps they will learn something.

His name is Warren Edgar Morley. For the past six months, he has guarded this gate from eight in the morning until six at night, at which time he is replaced by another just like himself. These are the last few moments of his life.
The Conservation of Energy Law… a principle which states that energy can be changed in form but that it cannot be either created or destroyed. And this is true of all energy… the energy of genius, of madness, of the heart, of the atom. And so it must be lived with. It must be controlled, channeled for good, held isolated from evil, and somehow lived with, peaceably.

The mind of man has always longed to know what lies beyond the world we live in. Explorers have ventured into the deeps and the heights. Of these explorers some are scientists, some are mystics. Each is driven by a different purpose. The one thing they share in common is a wish to cross the Borderlands that lie beyond the Outer Limits.
There are worlds beyond and worlds within which the explorer must explore, but there is one power which seems to transcend space and time, life and death. It is a deeply human power which holds us safe and together when all other forces combine to tear us apart. We call it the power of love.

In man’s dark and troubled history, there are vestiges of strange Gods. This stone statue was once such a god a thousand years gone by in the central mountains of Pan-America. Today, new gods have emerged: the god of power, the god of money. The Republic of San Blas lies west of the Orinoco Basin, slightly north of the equator. Its principle exports are coffee, copra, mahogany, mace and saffron. In a hundred odd years, the reigns of government have changed many times in blood and fire and death. The last of these revolutions was led by General Juan Mecurio, the most absolute and powerful ruler of them all. Only the Indians who live close to old gods in the volcanic uplands are unimpressed. They have seen the coming of conquistadors with the power of their guns and flashing flags, the revolutionaries with the power of their zeal and willingness to die, the Americans with the power of their money and bulldozers with their summer houseboats in the crater lake of Ali Papa with their gadgets and machines and devices.
Moving through the deep, protected only by a tank of air and a hunting spear, the scientist/explorer descends beyond the San Blas shelf; but, all unknown to him, the observer is, himself, observed. Hidden in the sinuous rills of seaweed, sightless eyes, blind for centuries, stare out of the abyss. The legendary creature of the deep, sensing through neuro-receptors in its skin, becomes aware of the alien invader – Man…
Stressed and strained by constant drilling of ultrasonic beams, the concrete face of the dam cracks and falls. Ten million tons of pressure build towards ultimate collapse…
The forces of nature will not submit to injustice. No man has the right, nor will the checks and balances of the universe permit him to place his fellows under the harsh yoke of repression. Nor may he again place the forces of nature under the triple yoke of vanity, greed and ambition. In the words of Shelley, “here lies your tyrant who would rule the world immortal”.

Throughout history, compassionate minds have pondered the dark and disturbing question: what is society to do with those members who are a threat to society, those malcontents and misfits whose behavior undermines and destroys the foundations of civilization? Different ages have found different answers. Misfits have been burned, branded and banished. Today, on this planet Earth, the criminal is incarcerated in humane institutions…..or he is executed. Other planets use other methods. This is the story of how the perfectionist rulers of the planet Zanti attempted to solve the problem of the Zanti misfits.
Throughout history, various societies have tried various methods of exterminating those members who have proven their inability or unwillingness to live sanely amongst their fellow men. The Zantis merely tried one more method, neither better nor worse than all the others. Neither more human nor less human than all others. Perhaps merely… non-human.

In dreams, some of us walk the stars. In dreams, some of us ride the whelming brine of space, where every port is a shining one, and none are beyond our reach. Some of us, in dreams, cannot reach beyond the walls of our own little sleep.
Hunger frightens and hurts, and it has many faces, and every man must sometimes face the terror of one of them. Wouldn’t it seem that a misery known and understood by all men would lead Man not to deception and murder, but to faith, and hope, and love?

Who has not seen the dark corners of great cities, whose small and shabby creatures wander without purpose in the secret corners of the night? Without purpose? There are those whose purpose reaches far beyond our wildest dreams.
Who knows? Perhaps the alteration of one small event may someday bring about the end of the world. But that someday is a long way off, and until then there is a good life to be lived in the here and now.

The greatness of evil lies in its awful accuracy. Without that deadly talent for being in the right place at the right time evil must suffer defeat. For unlike its opposite good, evil is allowed no human failings, no miscalculations. Evil must be perfect or depend upon the imperfections of others.
Without that deadly talent for being in the right place at the right time evil must suffer defeat, and with each defeat doomsday is postponed for at least one more day.

Human life strives ceaselessly to perfect itself, to gain ascendancy. But what of the lower forms of life? Is it not possible that they, too, are conducting experiments and are at this moment on the threshold of deadly success?
When the yearning to gain ascendancy takes the form of a soulless, loveless struggle, the contest must end in unlovely defeat. For without love, drones can never be men, and men can only be drones.

You do not know these men. You may have looked at them, but you did not see them. They are newspapers blowing down a gutter on a windy night. For reasons both sociological and psychological, these three have never joined or been invited to join society. They have never experienced love or friendship, or formed any lasting or constructive relationship, but today, at last, they will become a part of something. They will belong. They will come a little closer to their unrealistic dreams of power and glory. Today, finally they will join th… I almost said the human race, and that would have been a half-truth, for the race they are joining today is only half human.
Welcome, gentlemen. The society which you have voluntarily joined is called “The Invisibles.” It is subversive and illegal. It is also powerful and large and it is ready. When the invisibles have become the masters of everyone and everything on this planet, you, the vanguard of this virile and violent inevitability, will sit so high that mankind will come to recognize you by the lines in the soles of your feet.
You do not know these men. You may have looked at them, but you did not see them. They are the wind that blows newspapers down a gutter on a windy night and sweeps the gutter clean.

There is a passion in the human heart which is called aspiration. It flares with a noble flame and by its light, Man has traveled from the caves of darkness to the darkness of outer space. But when this passion becomes lust, when its flame is fanned by greed and private hunger, then aspiration becomes ambition, by which sin the angels fell.
When this passion called aspiration becomes lust, then aspiration degenerates, becomes vulgar ambition, by which sin the angels fell.

In light of today’s growing anxieties it has become more absolute that the wealth of nations consists in the number of superior men that it harbors. It is therefore a matter of deep concern, and deeper consequence, when four of the most magnificent and promising young minds in the country suddenly disappear off the face of the Earth…
The wealth of nations, of a world, consists in the number of superior men that it harbors, and often it seems that these men are too different, too dreaming. And often, because they are driven by powers and dreams strange to us, they are driven away by us. But are they really so different? Are they not, after all, held by the same things that hold us, by strong love and soft hands?

For centuries, Man has looked to the skies and sought to uncover the mystery of the universe. The telescope brought into focus the craters on the moon and the canals on Mars, but it was limited and Man’s insistent hunger for knowledge and experience would not be satisfied until he broke the massive chains of gravity and set foot himself on a planet other than his own. Project Mercury was his first venture into space, a testament to his technical ingenuity and courage, a green light to a hundred other projects which would take him still further. This is Project Adonis. A laboratory orbiting a thousand miles above the earth, a tiny far flung world connected only by radio and memory, and inhabited by a handful of men dedicated to removing the unknown for future space travelers. At ten minutes after six, on January 8th, Lieutenant Rubert Howard stumbled upon something clinging to the wall of the space lock that appeared alive. He called them space barnacles for temporary identification. They were not.
There are many things up there. Evil and hungry, awesome and splendid. And gentle things, too. Merciful things… like rain.

When fear is too terrible, when reality is too agonizing, we seek escape in manufactured danger, in the thrills and pleasures of pretending… in the amusement parks of our unamusing world. Here, in frantic pretending, Man finds escape and temporary peace, and goes home tired enough to sleep a short, deep sleep. But what happens here when night comes? When pretending ends, and reality begins?

In Man’s conquest of space, his own moon must be the first to surrender. From there he will step his way across the heavens to the edge of infinity. Each step will be as uncertain as the last, yet each will bring him closer to ultimate truth… Lunar Expedition One: Here a handful of brave scientists and technicians pave the way to the future. Their mission: to collect information that will eventually enable Man to inhabit the Moon; to use the Moon as a springboard to the stars. Once during each twenty-four hour period, a force of three, commanded by General Lee Stocker and including Lieutenant Travers and Major Clint Anderson, makes its slow, uncharted way across the lunar surface, a surface whose depths and desires are, as yet, unprobed…
The steps man takes across the heavens of his universe are as uncertain as the steps he takes across the rooms of his own life and yet if he walks with an open mind, these steps must lead him eventually to that most perfect of all destinations, truth.

At this very moment, our horizon is menaced by two explosive forces both man-made: one is a deadly wonder, the other wondrously alive. Both forces have compelled man to reach out for worlds beyond his own, new worlds where he may find peace and room to grow. This is the first of those new worlds. The United Nations of Earth have claimed it and called it Annex One. It is almost identical to Earth, except that there is no night. Sunlight is constant. Early reports from the small expeditionary team stationed on Annex One indicated that the ancient planet appeared to be suitable for colonization by Earth’s overflowing population, but the most recent reports have contained unspoken, oddly disturbing undercurrents. And the United Space Agency has decided to investigate. The man chosen: Dr. Evan Marshall, psychiatrist.
The forces of violence and the forces of nature compel Man to reach out toward new horizons where peace and sanity may flourish, where there is room to grow. But before we run, should we not first make certain that we have done all that can be done here to end madness, quiet the disturbers of peace, and make room for those who need so little room to grow in?


There was a moment in time when those who were brilliant and powerful also were playful, and when they took recess from their exhausting and magnificent strides toward glory, they replenished their darker passions with fun and games. On the planet Earth, such pastimes have been civilized and drained of all but their last few drops of blood.
When civilized creatures have conquered all that they believe to be worth conquering, then one conquest remains. One elusive conquest. Pleasure. Here on Andera, we are finished with warring, and plundering is done. Our citizens enjoy self-respect, peace, and affluence. But a high order of civilization does not lift the low order of passion. And so such passions must be both appeased and controlled.

The mold of a man stems from the mind of a child. Educators and emperors have known this from time immemorial. So have tyrants.

The planet Luminos: a minor planet, sultry and simmering, incapacitated. Earth scientists have concluded that there could be no life on Luminos, that it is too close to its own sun, that its inhabitants would be victimized by their own blinding atmosphere. But there is life on Luminos, life that should resemble ours, but doesn’t, desperate life suffering of great and terrible need. The Luminoids have begun to search the universe in an effort to gratify that need. They seek a planet on which life is healthy, vibrant, strong and mobile. They need such people: to do their work, to labor and slave for them, to manufacture their splendored dreams. The Luminoids need slaves and they have chosen the planet off which their slaves will be abducted. Not too many at first… a neighborhood perhaps… a neighborhood like mine, or yours. Those who will be abducted sleep in dreamy ignorance, unaware that they are about to become the subjects of a grotesque and sophisticated experiment: a feasibility study.
Do not enter upon or cross this area. Do not touch or remove possibly radioactive dirt or rocks. If you have any knowledge concerning this disappearance, please contact your nearest police department. It could have happened to any neighborhood. Had those who lived in this one been less human, less brave, it would have happened to all the neighborhoods of the Earth. Feasibility study ended. Abduction of human race: infeasible.

In recent years, nuclear physicists have discovered a strange world of sub-atomic particles, fragments of atoms smaller than the imagination can picture, fragments of materials which do not obey the laws of gravity. Antimatter composed of inside-out material; shadow-matter that can penetrate ten miles of lead shielding. Hidden deep in the heart of strange new elements are secrets beyond human understanding-new powers, new dimensions, worlds within worlds, unknown.
As Man explores the secrets of the universe, strange and inscrutable powers await him. And whether these powers are to become forces of destruction or forces of construction will ultimately depend upon simple but profound human qualities: Inspiration. Integrity. Courage.

The race of Man is known for its mutability. We can change our moods, our faces, our lives to suit whatever situation confronts us. Adapt and survive. Even among the most changeable of living things, Man is quicksilver-more chameleon-like than the chameleon, determined to survive, no matter what the cost to others… or to himself.
I don’t think you understand me, General. I’m not interested in becoming a hero. Nor do I have an overdeveloped sense of duty. I’m doing this because I’m nothing more than an instrument for action. Mr. Chambers knows that also. Between missions, I cease to exist. I am what I’ve done, and that’s not always very pretty. But being ugly is better than being nothing. I have no one, I care for no one, and I’m cared for by no one. So all I have is what I can do.
A man’s survival can take many shapes and the shape in which a man finds his humanity is not always a human one.

There is a fear that is unlike all other fears. It has a special, clammy chill, a deadly gift for inspiring deeper, darker dread. It is the fear of unentered rooms, of bends in lonely roads. It is the fear of the phone call in the middle of the night, of the stranger you recognize, perhaps from a nightmare. It is the fear of the unexpected, the unfamiliar. It is the fear of the unknown.
Murder, madness, and other lurking horrors are the raw certainties that await you in the depths of the unknown. And no switch of time, no twist of plan can cancel your meeting with it. For some night, in some blind panic, you will venture into the world of dark reality. And on that night, you will keep your rendezvous with the unknown.

Night comes too soon on the battlefield. For some men it comes permanently, their eyes never open to the light of day. But for this man, fighting this war, there is never total darkness. The spidery beams of light in the sky are the descendants of the modern laser beam — heat rays that sear through tungsten, steel and flesh as though they were cheesecloth. And this soldier must go against those weapons. His name is Qarlo, and he is a foot soldier, the ultimate infantryman. Trained from birth by the state, he has never known love, or closeness, or warmth. He is geared for only one purpose: to kill the enemy. And the enemy waits for him.
Time is fluid. The waters of forever close — and passage may not be completed. The present and the future are for a moment united. And the Enemy, half-today, half-tomorrow, is locked between…
From the darkest of all pits, from the soul of man, come the darkest questions. Did the soldier finally come to care for those he protected? Or was it just his instinct? Questions from the dark pit, but no answers, for answers lie in the future. Is it a future in which men are machines born to kill? Or is there time for us? Time. All the time in the world. But is that enough?

The most brilliant planet in our solar system is Venus, named for the Greek Love-Goddess. It is closer to Earth than any other planet — twenty-eight million miles away. Until sometime in the last half of the twentieth century it is still a planet shrouded in mystery, enveloped in a heavy blanket of clouds and steam. Because its surface temperature was believed to be several times that of Earth’s, it was not thought possible for Man to reach Venus and come back… until one day, somebody did it.
The eternal, never-ceasing search for knowledge often leads to dark and dangerous places. Sometimes it demands risks not only of those who are searching, but of others who love them. These, in their own special way, know that knowledge is never wasted, nor is love.

Since the first living thing gazed upward through the darkness, man has seldom been content merely to be born, to endure, and to die. With a curious fervor he has struggled to unlock the mysteries of creation and of the world in which he lives. Sometimes he has won. Sometimes he has lost. And sometimes, in the tumbling torrents of space and time, he has brief glimpses of a world he never even dreams.
Paradoxically, man’s endless search for knowledge has often plundered his courage and warped his vision, so that he has faced the unknown with terror rather than awe, and probed the darkness with a scream rather than a light. Yet there have always been men who have touched the texture of tomorrow with understanding and courage. Through these men, we may yet touch the stars.

As far back as men have recorded their history, veils have been lowered to disclose a vast new reality — rents in the fabric of Man’s awareness. And somewhere, in the endless search of the curious mind, lies the next vision, the next key to his infinite capacity…
Some success, some failure, but either way the gnawing hunger to know is never sated, and the road to the unknown continues to be dark and strange.

Through all the legends of ancient peoples — Assyrian, Babylonian, Sumerican, Semetic — runs the saga of the Eternal Man, the one who never dies, called by various names in various times, but historically known as Gilgamesh, the man who has never tasted death … the hero who strides through the centuries …
Like the Eternal Man of Babylonian legend, like Gilgamesh, one thousand plus two hundred years stretches before Trent. Without love. Without friendship. Alone: neither man nor machine, waiting. Waiting for the day he will be called to free the humans who gave him mobility. Movement, but not life.

In the not-distant future, the sound of man will invade those unknown depths of space which as yet we cannot even imagine. In his own world, there are no places left beyond the reach of his voice. His neighbor is no longer just next door, but anywhere at the end of a wire. And it all began when prehistoric man discovered the art of communication.
And the light shineth in the darkness and the darkness comprehended it not.’ The sound of man probes the dimensionless range of space seeking an answer. But if it comes, will he hear? Will he listen? Will he comprehend?

In the vast immensities of cosmic space, bold adventurers streak their way to join battle with strange enemies on strange worlds. The alien, the unknown, perhaps even the invisible, armed only with Man’s earthbound knowledge…
Battle joined. Casualties? Yes. Resolution? Victory, of a sort. A painful step from the crib of destiny. On another day, a friend, perhaps, instead of a deadly peril. Part of the saga of the Space Pioneers.

Outward stretches the quest for truth. Stars without end. Timeless infinities. A billion billion galaxies. Man’s imagination reaches out and out while betimes the farthest reaches of knowledge are found in the smallest places…
Final report, Dundee Planet, star system Wolf 359. The experiment is finished. My planet is destroyed. My recommendation to the Dundee Foundation change the planet selected. Its not a place we can land our spacemen, but the project is feasible. A planet can be recreated in a laboratory. The odds are… the odds are, Mr Dundee, the next time… the next time, it’ll be a place of some love and warmth like our planet Earth.
There is a theory that Earth and sun and galaxy and all the known universes are only a dust mite on some policeman’s uniform in some gigantic super-world. Couldn’t we be under some super-microscope… right now?

God looked upon his world and called it good. But man was not content. He looked for ways to make it better and built machines to do the work. But in vain we build the world, unless the builder also grows.
Out of every disaster a little progress is made. Man will build more robots and learn how to make them better. And, given enough time, he may learn how to do the same for himself.

In the troubled places of the world, the devil’s hunter finds rare game. For man-made savagery is only the instrument for a secret terror stirring from its dark place of ambush…
Man looks up at the stars and dreams his futile dreams. Child of the universe, his toys are ignorance. His games: fantasy. Not even the master of his own fate, it is the devil’s puppeteer who stretches his fingers to answer the question: What will happen next?

The earth, tumbling grain of sand in the darkness of unending space, plays host to a strange and awful guest: unsought, uninvited, possessor of fearsome power, purveyor of dark deed, a relentless traveler on the road to its mysterious goal…
The Inheritors are on their way. In a universe of billions of stars, there are places of love and happiness. On this earth, in this spot, magic settled for a moment, wonder touched a few lives and a few odd pieces fell smoothly into the jigsaw of creation.

There is no limit to the extension of the curious mind. It reaches to the end of the imagination, then beyond into the mysteries of dreams, hoping always to convert even the dreams into reality for the greater well-being of all mankind.
The curious mind cannot be chained. It is a free mind endlessly searching for the greater freedom that must eventually make every living being joyfully complete within himself, therefore at peace with himself and his neighbors.

Since the first day that Man stared up at the stars and saw other worlds, there has been no more haunting question than this: What will we find there? Will there be other creatures and will they be like us? Or when that ancient dream comes true, will it turn into a nightmare? Will we find on some distant frozen planet an alien life of unimaginable horror?
In all the universe, can there be creatures more strange than the species called Man? He creates and destroys. He fumbles and makes mistakes. But the thing which distinguishes him is his ability to learn from his mistakes.

The great unknown: limitless heavens crowded with sparking mysteries, challenging man’s curiosity. But the heavens are not oceans. Man cannot push a boat into its currents and set sail for the next horizon. The heavens are a mystery only science can solve as it penetrates the unknown.
The greatest danger? I don’t know, there’s so many. Maybe the worst are the ones we make for ourselves by seeing things that don’t exist except in our own imagination.
Panic button pressed. Passengers returned. One side always in the sunlight, the other always in darkness; the known and the unknown. Frightening to each other only when they are both unknown… and misunderstood.

With the world growing more crowded, the great powers strive to conquer other planets. The race is on. The interplanetary sea has been charted; the first caravelle of space is being constructed. Who will get there first? Who will be the new Columbus?
Progress goes on. One experiment fails, but even out of failure, valuable lessons are learned. A way will be found, someday, somehow. It always is.

On the fabulous spawning grounds of man’s ever increasing knowledge of science and technology, ancient half-forgotten legends seemingly have no place. Except one: the legend of the Gordian knot. A knot so intricate and convoluted that no man could untie it, for there are problems so perplexing that they’re seemingly impossible to solve when man ventures to the outer limits of his experience.
Man is forever solving the most perplexing problems as he ventures ever further into the unknown. But where are the outer limits of his ingenuity? Will he ever encounter a problem, a gordian knot which he cannot ultimately cut?

The persistence of Man’s curiosity led him into new worlds. Without conquering his own, he invaded the sub-world of the microscope and the outer-world of space. It is said turnabout is fair play… but is it?
A few days, a week, a month, will the earth be visited by a stranger from the universe? A warm, compassionate stranger to tell us of wonders beyond imagination, of life beyond comprehension, of secrets from the treasure house of stars.

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5 Responses to [Epic] The Outer Limits Quotes – [En]

  1. David Rickman says:


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  3. pinkysworld says:

    Reblogged this on PinkysWorld's Weblog.

  4. Rudi Kramp says:

    Good one this. It’s also what I was thinking of. Can add the quotes from the two seasons of the original series.

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