A good worker is a live worker! Paid to live and work! A bad worker is a dead worker, and vice versa! Don't be a bad worker, bad workers are slaves! And dead! Payday for good workers has been suspended indefinitely! Payday for bad workers is CANCELED!
—The Doormouse, Alice: Madness Returns
And now, one of my inspirational quotes. From the mouth of your President, John Henry Eden, straight to your heart.
—Enclave Radio Eyebot, Fallout 3
Attention all citizens: curfew extends from sundown to sunrise, unless you are otherwise authorized. Violators will be subject to interrogation and detained when necessary. Remember, the boldest measures are the safest.
—The Radio Announcer, Dishonored
The lab boys just informed me that I should not have mentioned the control group. They're telling me I oughtta stop making these pre-recorded messages. That gave me an idea: make more pre-recorded messages. I pay the bills here, I can talk about the control group all damn day!
—Cave Johnson in yet another pre-recorded message, Portal 2
Jedore: There is only one measure of success — kill or be killed! Perfection is your goal!
Garrus: Loudspeakers? Someone likes the sound of their own voice...
Jacob: Canned orders over loudspeaker? Who does that?
Zaeed: Canned orders over loudspeaker? Classy.
Peebee: (having just heard Akksul's canned message) Guy likes the sound of his own voice, huh?
Jaal: You have no idea...
Orochi Tower is experiencing some technical difficulties. We apologize for any inconvenience.
All employees should remain at their desks. Everything is fine. Remain at your desks.
Please ignore the voices in your mobile phone. There are no voices in your mobile phone. Forget this warning of the voices in your mobile phone.
Do not panic. Do not panic. Do not panic. Do not panic. Do... not... panic. Do... not... pan-pan-panic... panic... panic... panic... panic...
All employees should remain at their desks. Everything is fine. Remain at your desks.
Please ignore the voices in your mobile phone. There are no voices in your mobile phone. Forget this warning of the voices in your mobile phone.
Do not panic. Do not panic. Do not panic. Do not panic. Do... not... panic. Do... not... pan-pan-panic... panic... panic... panic... panic...
— Orochi Tower PA, The Secret World
THE REST OF YOU SHOULD TRY THIS INTERCOM THING. IT MAKES YOU SOUND LIKE SOME KIND OF... SKY-GOD!
—Dr Klein, Fallout: New Vegas: Old World Blues
REMEMBER, CITIZENS! NO ACT OF LOVE FOR OUR BELOVED MINISTER IS TOO SMALL. HE LOVES YOU. HE LOVES EVERY ONE OF YOU. WHAT WILL YOU DO TO SHOW YOUR LOVE TO OUR DEAR LEADER?
—The Vox, The Unlicensed Magician, by Kelly Barnhill
"Comrades! Attention, comrades! We have glorious news for you. We have won the battle for production! Returns now completed of the output of all classes of consumption goods show that the standard of living has risen by no less than 20 per cent over the past year. All over Oceania this morning there were irrepressible spontaneous demonstrations when workers marched out of factories and offices and paraded through the streets with banners voicing their gratitude to Big Brother for the new, happy life which his wise leadership has bestowed upon us. Here are some of the completed figures. Foodstuffs—"
Hunter: What... What just happened?
Tech: The comm channel is repeating one directive, "Execute Order 66."
Wrecker: Yeah, I heard that too. What's Order 66?
Tech: I am not certain.
— The Bad Batch: "Aftermath"
The speakers were a wartime measure, Susannah thought. Of course they were. God only knows which war, or how long ago, but it must have been a doozy. The rulers of Lud used the speakers to make city-wide announcements from some central, bomb-proof location — a bunker like the one Hitler and his high command retreated to at the end of World War II.
And in her ears she could hear the voice of authority which had come rolling out of those speakers — could hear it as clearly as she had heard the creak of the wagons passing through River Crossing, as clearly as she had heard the crack of the whip above the backs of the straining oxen.
Ration centers A and D will be closed today; please proceed to centers B, C, E, and F with proper coupons.
Militia squads Nine, Ten, and Twelve report to Sendside.
Aerial bombardment is likely between the hours of eight and ten of the clock. All noncombatant residents should report to their designated shelters. Bring your gas masks. Repeat, bring your gas masks.
Announcements, yes... and some garbled version of the news — a propagandized, militant version George Orwell would have called doublespeak. And in between the news bulletins and the announcements, squalling military music and exhortations to respect the fallen by sending more men and women into the red throat of the abattoir.
And in her ears she could hear the voice of authority which had come rolling out of those speakers — could hear it as clearly as she had heard the creak of the wagons passing through River Crossing, as clearly as she had heard the crack of the whip above the backs of the straining oxen.
Ration centers A and D will be closed today; please proceed to centers B, C, E, and F with proper coupons.
Militia squads Nine, Ten, and Twelve report to Sendside.
Aerial bombardment is likely between the hours of eight and ten of the clock. All noncombatant residents should report to their designated shelters. Bring your gas masks. Repeat, bring your gas masks.
Announcements, yes... and some garbled version of the news — a propagandized, militant version George Orwell would have called doublespeak. And in between the news bulletins and the announcements, squalling military music and exhortations to respect the fallen by sending more men and women into the red throat of the abattoir.
