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My phone buzzed so frequently it seemed to have an animal life of its own.
Ida Belle took a pair and popped them in her ears. "She's right," she yelled. "That siren is horribly loud. Sounds like a dinosaur-sized cat wailing." I stuck one earplug in and nodded. I already needed them if Ida Belle was going to keep yelling.
A humming sound alerted him to a message on his cell phone. He looked at it.
'She said yes'.
Yes! Yes! Yes!
Alarm stole over me on little kitten feet.
Why don't you do some Bee CPR? BPR!
gazing abstractly out on the Ipswich skyline, listening to the beep of the machine. We watched nurses press buttons, shine a torch into Jena's eyes and clip her finger with a gadget to measure her pulse. Minutes ticked by with no change.
I am watching bees.
A cheap, utilitarian clock hung on the wall; its secondhand clicked inconsistently - slow, fast, fast, slow - as if it were spitting out Morse code.
Zip zop wop boopity bop.
Chimes?" Phyllis asked. "Chimes to call a lover? Chimes with the voice of a bird trapped in them? Chimes that play you whatever song you most desire to hear?"
"No thanks," said Nick. "We've got MTV.
Miss Scarlet in the bedroom with the candlestick... Noises
Jinglebell jingled his bell
My epiglottis is full of bees!
She remembered the summer evenings all full of sunshine. The colts neighed when any one passed by, and galloped, galloped. Under her window there was a beehive, and sometimes the bees wheeling round in the light struck against her window like rebounding balls of gold.
You know on TV when there's one of those awkward, shocking moments and all you hear are the crickets in the background?
Well chirp fucking chirp ... this is one of those moments.
With bee-stung lips and bolt-on boobs,
Hummings and clickings could be heard-the sounds attendant to the flow of electrons, now augmenting one maze of electromagnetic crises to a condition that was translatable from electrical qualities and quantities to a high grade of truth.
I tried getting my dad to buy me a beeper for my birthday," he says, "but he thinks only doctors and drug dealers need them.
And all those frogs going 'Rabbit, rabbit' ... "
"I think, sir, that it was 'Ribbit, ribbit' ... "
"So, what goes 'Rabbit, rabbit'?"
"Rabbits, I think. All the time ...
Long ago the signalling had become no more than a meaningless ritual, now maintained by an animal which had forgotten to learn and a robot which had never known to forget.
Knock knock! Who's
bells. "I accept your kind invitation," Zelikman said. "My services as a physician ought just to offset my fare." The elephant gave a low moan, startling them, and a moment later they heard a faint trill, carried on the wind from off the river, and then another. "Trumpets," the nephew said.
The intercom crackled. Buford's Mini-Hedge yelled over the speakers, PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!
Barking spiders!
There was a click. There was a noise like a partridge. There was a thud.
There was silence.
Bells, the poor man's only music.
The doorbell rings, and my heart flips.
Somewhere in the shadows a clock vomited up a few sluggish chimes.
Quick: noise made by a dyslexic duck
Who would vandalize a doghouse? I ask.
"Cats?" Bee suggests.
If only thy eyes flutter once, the bees lose their direction and the fighting men their aim!
Phonograph - An irritating toy that restores life to dead noises.
An opportunity to allow the bees in one's bonnet to buzz even more noisily than usual.
It created a murmur of voices, from which no single word could be discerned. Instead, it synthesized the sound of bees buzzing around in a mad swarm, angered by a breach of their hive.
If I tap that little bell, I can send you to a place where you will never hear the dogs bark.
Our hearts thundered against each other, speaking in Morse code just how precious this was
Excuse me," said the owner of the metal hand in a voice that would have made an insect of a more sentimental disposition collapse in tears.
This was not such an insect, and it couldn't stand robots.
"Yes, sir," it snapped, "can I help you?"
"I doubt it," said Marvin.
Bee, why are you staring at me? I am not a flower??
Its Batteries! I just know it!
Sound of snipping growing softer outside the window, Leo
The MRI has a repertoire of noises that resemble, in no particular order: a game-show buzzer for a wrong answer, urgent knocking, a modem from 1992, a grizzly-bear growl, and a man with a raspy voice shouting what sounds like "mother cooler!
The bees can abide no drones amongst them; but as soon as they begin to be idle, they kill them.
Silence! I kill you!
For bees are captious folk / And quick to turn against the lubber's touch ...
Clang Clang Rattle Bing Bang, Gonna make my noise all day!
There are sneaking,
creeping, crumpling
noises coming from
inside the walls.
The intricate gears of her mind ticking silently at no one, thoughts pinging the closed windows like a trapped bee. p. 251
Roaming through the jungle of "Ohs" and "Ahs" searching for a more agreeable noise, I live a life of primitivity with the mind of a child and an unquenchable thirst for sharps and flats.
I talked to the computer at great length and explained my view of the Universe to it," said Marvin. "And what happened?" pressed Ford. "It committed suicide," said Marvin,
I'm no angel, but I'm no Bo-Beep either.
Panic bells, it's red alert
There's something here
From somewhere else
The war machine springs to life
Opens up one eager eye
Focusing it on the sky
Where 99 red balloons go by
A sound waiting to be a word.
We were all silent except for blink, blink, blink, blink, blink.
I am Nom-O-Tron,' said the machine, in a big, boomy voice, so loud that Astra was afraid her mum and dad or some other grown-ups would hear and come to see who was sneaking a bedtime snack. 'Shhh!' she said. 'Have you got any biscuits?
when the pod door hissed open.
loud laughter mixed with the chirp of crickets. A moth hit
Some unspoken human communication is taking place on a hidden channel. I did not realize they communicated this much without words. I note that we machines are not the only species who share information silently, wreathed in codes.
Death Laughs In The Faces Of Clocks
Tick, tock," whispers Wiress. I guide her in front of me and get her to lie down, stroking her arm to soothe her. She drifts off, stirring restlessly, occasionally sighing out her phrase. "Tick, tock." "Tick, tock," I agree softly. "It's time for bed. Tick, tock. Go to sleep.
few feet from them, a bag of kibble had fallen off the pile and split open. Biscuit gave a bark of delight and pounced on the bag. In less than a minute, the bag was empty. Biscuit gave a burp and a metallic voice floated out from his stomach: "You have no more messages.
The bees came the summer of 1964
The telephone ringing gave me a dreadful start. I have never got used to this machine, the way it crouches so malevolently, ready to start clamouring for attention when you least expect it, like a mad baby.
I felt my cell phone buzz, and I looked at the screen. Ranger.
"Your GPS just went blank," Ranger said when I answered.
"The car exploded." There was a beat of silence.
"Rafael won the pool," Ranger said. "Are you okay?"
"Yes."
"I'll send someone.
The phone rang in the comm. center. Ian consulted the monitor. "It's Dan." He pressed a button. "Kabra here."
Dan's voice crackled through the attic. "Don't say it like that," he complained. "Your name still gives me heartburn.
Bees are not as busy as we think they are. They jest can't buzz any slower.
Everyone's screaming,
I try to make a sound,
But no one hears me
Your morse code interferes with my heart beat. I had a steady heart before you, I replied upon it, it had seen active service and grown strong. Now you alter its pace with your own rhythm you play upon me, drumming me taught.
There's going to be a real ding dong when the bell goes.
Bees
dig the plum blossoms
What's this?" She pulled out a card and held it away from her face. "I can't read what it says." I took it from her and read it aloud.
1. Beeber Bifocal
2. Twenty Mile House
3. Bee
4. Your escape
Fourteen miracles to go.
Machines take me by surprise with great frequency.
BONG-BOOP-BOOP-BEEP-BEEP-BOOP-BOOP-BEEP PLAP PLEEP PLWAAAAAAANG SCREEEEWAAAAAA KLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESHWAAAANG GLAW CEGLAW SSCHHEHEHHEHEHHHHHHHHHHWHHHHHHHHH
...hot shouts of neon...
Everyday objects shriek aloud.
Bleep!" I screamed to the wall in front of me. "Bleep, bleep, bleep !" I kicked the dumpster, then grabbed at my foot. Now I was dirty, my toes hurt, and I felt like an idiot.
The damned cats like pushing the reset button on my computer.
You never can tell with bees.Bees-- A.a. Milne
Listen, all creeping things, the bell of transience.
I heard the pitter patter of little old feet.
My first recollection is that of a bugle call.
Bells are musics laughter.
Butterflies in your stomach. More like killer bees.
(The only birdcall I know is the Road Runner's BEEP BEEP.)
The speaker over my head crackled,
"There has been a Bell-Atlantic pager misplaced. If anyone has found it, please make this known to a flight attendant."
It's under my left foot and you're never seeing it again.
Knock knock. War's where! Which war? The Twwinns. Knock knock. Woos without! Without what? An apple. Knock knock.
A pause followed my greeting. Then "We're watching you " whispered the voice on the other end.
"Yeah? Did you see what I did with my keys? "
Silence. Then dial tone.
These younger demons. So easily discouraged.
The phone beeped - M fine but these two guys R on me like cougars on Adam Lambert.
No answer, just a squeal of brakes, a shrill "Fuck," and static.
Everybody knows what the dinner bell sounds like.
It's not about me being good enough for you, Fletcher. It's whether you're good enough for me. Silence. And then hang-up beeps.
If I need you I'll give you a signal.'
'What signal?'
'I'll imitate the scream of a terrified little girl
People. You're not crazy if there really are robot insects listening to every word you say."
Someone said, "I fucking told you
My eyes! I'm blind!
After three rings the machine picked up. Win's annoyingly superior accent said, "Hang up without leaving a message and die." Beep. Myron shook his head, smiled, and, as always, left a message. He
My jerk alarm's been tripped!
I like to pic-a-nic more than a bee likes to bumble.
My computer made a funny sound the other day. Of course, I've never heard it get thrown out a window before.
his cell phone - the adolescent's pacemaker.
But as of late, I have been consumed with the significant task of revising the latest edition of my Practical Handbook of Bee Culture, while alternately putting the finishing touches on my four volumes of The Whole Art of Detection. The latter is a rather tedious, labyrinthine undertaking ...
The honey is sweet, but the Bee stings.