OPERANT

"Is that right?" He nods. "Well played, operant."

"Operant, tell me you're not actually considering this."

"Operant."

It would spare many an operant the stomach pains associated with having to devour documents to dispose of them.

"What do you say, Hersh? Will you help me become an operant?"

"Operant KINDRED. I'll put in the good word."

"I don't think you should be an operant."

"No operant has ever done it before."

"I'll change your mind today. I'll prove that I can be a real operant."

"When you're an operant, you can't rely on fantasies to save you."

"Yeah, it's lucky we have him. He's a good Operant."

"No! He's just... you know. He's pretty good looking. And he's an Operant."

"I don't know what you're on about, CASCADE, I just asked you to clean up. In fact, don't just clean -- be a vigilant operant and sweep."

Solid operant instincts.

Favourite den of Quisach's local pelota squad and their partisans, as well as a certain disgraced spy of the Operant Bureau.

"I don't know what you're on about, CASCADE, I just asked you to clean up. In fact, don't just clean -- be a vigilant operant and sweep."

If true, this would be an invaluable skill for an operant to master.

Of course she does. No more playground shit. Operant CASCADE has arrived.

"I know that, I have none of my own. A non-life is one which you cannot live for yourself. As an operant, for everything you do you must consider who you are not, rather than who you are."

You endured, but you had operant training. KINDRED had only the words you gave her, and whatever loyalty you inspired.

Consider the fate of Operant NOTION, eviscerated by a rogue GentleNight-5000 in Western Hvârda. This asset has much to learn about modified euthanasia robotics.

Enough fooling around. Drop the false livery. Let the Operant Bureau's anthem play him off the world-stage.

Could it be the 'Operant Bureau' is merely a projection of the Weeping Eye? Could it be in fact, all spy services are the same service, a monolithic god, watching over all...

The Operant Bureau is plunging in the rankings with each passing moment. Relegation zone, coming up!

Brilliantly played, operant. When you get back, there'll be champagne and a line of women's athletic socks commissioned in your honour.

It's over, operant. You've failed.