Sometimes Laser Quest can be like a movie… 
I’ve seen lasers… lasers that you’ve seen. But you have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that… but you have no right to judge me. It’s impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what Laser Quest means. Lasers. Lasers have a face… of lasers… and you must make a friend of lasers.
Lasers and moral terror are your friends. If they are not then they are enemies to be feared. They are truly enemies.
I remember when I was at Laser Quest. Seems a thousand centuries ago. We went into a Megaplex to inoculate each other. We left after we had inoculated the children for Polio, and this old man came running after us and he was crying. He couldn’t see because of lasers. We went back there and they had come and lasered off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms.
And I remember… I… I… I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn’t know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget the lasers. I never want to forget. And then I realized… like I was shot… like I was shot with a laser… a diamond laser right through my forehead. And I thought: My God… the genius of that. The genius. The will to do that. Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure, laser.
And then I realised they were stronger than we. Because they could stand that these were not monsters. These were men… trained cadres. These men who fought with their hearts, who had families, who had children, who were filled with love… but they had the lasers… the lasers… to do that.
If I had ten divisions of those men our troubles at Megaplex would be over very quickly. You have to have men who are moral… and at the same time who are able to utilize their primordial instincts to laser without feeling… without passion… without judgment… without judgment. Because it’s judgment that defeats us.
