Top Highlights

• “How’s it going, chief?” “Still alive. Why aren’t you hungover?” “Younger, smarter, know where to score better drugs.” “Bastard,”
• “But rocks falling on our heads can’t happen anymore,” Alik insisted. “We’re not fucking dumbasses like the dinosaurs; we’re here to stay. It’s Darwin.”
• Now she couldn’t even remember how she used to think before her parents had been slaughtered. Which behavior trait was new, artificial, psychological, bioneural, divine…Her trio of driving daemons had been brought under control: psychopathy, hypersexuality, insomnia. She ruled them with an iron fist now, used them as she needed to, gifting herself ...
• “There are a great many zealots with extreme ideologies, even today.” “Even today. I hate that phrase. It assumes we’re constantly improving.”
• Loi and Eldlund were a lot more cautious—we should investigate longer, bring in more equipment and specialists, make detailed risk assessments. Typical corporate culture kids. They had no concept of taking responsibility, because that meant consequences—and Legal always hated consequences.